What color is your soul?
The color of kindness.
A green, then golden field.
The I’ll pick up the tab this time.
A puppy pawing at its mother’s nose.
A fumbled pair of sunglasses, and a stranger’s
hand returning them.
A hand grasped and tears tapping bedsheets.
A worn woman rocking her grandchild
to sleep.
A door propped open with a foot as you wheel in.
Tiny tides of turquoise, lapping at timid toes.
A caress of a summer breeze, billowing
through my bedroom window.
A little girl and her bushel basket of blackberries.
A smile when you say good morning earnestly,
or when you hand back my change.
The butterfly breath of a newborn babe.
The end of a bittersweet song or sentence in a book.
The color of this poem.
Meditation
white droplets, again
touch down with the quietest
mindful intentions