You go around
Milling in the mundane
You reading the paper
You staring at the TV
You paying the bills
You opening windows
You closing windows
Just so that they ask you
Are you really sure?
Do you really want to close this window?
Sometimes
Taking a moment
Once in a while to stop a bit
To blink a little longer
To catch a glimpse of all the colors
That flash psychedelically
In whirling motions
In the non-space that miraculously appears
To own the darkness
Between the pupils and closed lashes
you try the colors on
you kiss them.. they taste like orange
you swirl them around your little finger
and they dance in shimmering hues
and they come and sit on your lap
not for long..just for a moment
and then they are gone
You then open your eyes
Go around
Milling in the mundane
You reading the blue paper
You reading at the mauve TV
You paying the sea green bills
And realize
Suddenly
You are the one
With a thousand open windows
