What’s Your Favorite Colour?

They ask me every time

Red.

It spills unannounced

— my anguish, my pride.

Green.

Gentle, rustling shade,

Home for a hapless bird.

Blue.

The ocean reflected in your gaze.

And the slender necks of peacocks.

Brown.

All I see when my face hits the ground again.

Yellow.

Boundless fields of marigolds and sunflowers,

swaying in merry disarray.

Black.

That absorbs everything

— my fury, my release.

Grey.

For I need to run around in circles,

before I come back to you,

every single time.

White.

The water of life;

it eases every color,

and lightens its burden.