Colors

We stand looking at each other

Heads tilted

Interested, intrigued.

From each side of this spectrum–

I mean a spectrum of color,

Of background, maybe

But not much else.

We’re not so different

People should see

Where judgments are made is a land of uneven ground

Of unsteady gravel

Slippery when wet

Steep, so steep.

A dangerous piece of Earth

That is easily found if not already inhabited

And difficult to escape–

The foundation for much pain

Broken necks

Condemned chances, choices.

We are the same, here and now

We would work

We would work well.

Our backs to this dangerous piece of Earth

Right here, right now

We are perfect.