Boss we put such human attributes
on you like hands and maybe the
roots of trees are your toes and the knobby
tops of mountains are your knees if you’re laying
down in the sun of the earth dividing the
rivers and the languages from all things blue
like water Boss that fits you so well or do we,
with how fluid we are to what she thinks or the
things he looks at in our past I hear you in
the drum beats of a djembe Boss and I’m
sure your favorite color is brown like
wood and dried and stretched canvases
that you paint our lives on in deep rustic
reds & majestic purples you never paint with
black Boss because even the night sky is just
another shade of dark blue dark blue have
you ever seen beyond the obvious because I have
and it’s so much more than clouds upon clouds
like little sneezes or the way the water reflects the
sun is how we should reflect you Boss it’s blinding
but you don’t care because most of us can’t see
anyway Boss but we can feel the wind blow soft
white and pale pink growing from green and brown mixed
with red like drum beats Boss how many forever
miles can I see from this height but if we could only
see me how you see me through the wind
like a ripple of sound or one note that
might be sharp or accidentally outside the right key
on purpose in the great scheme of the movement
you’re trying to create Boss with your hands in
front of us anticipating the next breath
because I think you made me with more than
human hands Boss I’m painted by something
you can only feel the wind
