The Color of My Life
Caleb Pearce, MS2
You sit across from me with your brushed on eye shadow and mascara
Black gloss that makes your beautiful brown eyes more distinguished
Some would think brown isn’t a color worth mentioning
Boring,
brown,
Drab
Probably a color that elicits no excitement
Nor exists on anybody’s list of favorite pigments
But I, I see different.
When I see brown I am placed in a scene in 10th grade English
Your brown hair cut at your shoulders and as you concentrated on the readings
The silk waterfall diverges my attention from Jekyll and Hyde
To wondering what I would have to do to
Produce an inelastic collision of destinies.
Brown is never boring.
I think about
The transformation of your skin as spring approaches summer.
While tan-lines reveal the interface of winters transgressions and summer’s predilections,
The little brown speckles of previous year’s ultraviolet remnants
Like tattooed on your cheeks and shoulders.
Complimenting the beauty marks passed down from your mother
Brown is never boring.
Brown were the eyes that peered within my soul and saw the potential
That carried me through torrential rain and reassured me in times of overwhelming despair
those eyes have wept tears of joy and sorrow
They have seen the sunrise in Mexico and it set in a hospital waiting room
No matter what the situation or location
those eyes have always been present
Brown is never boring.
Brown is funny, loving,
Compassionate
Brown is sophistication and devoted
Brown is not worried about tomorrow because
Beside me
Today
All the greys in life are masked by the
Distinguishing brown eyes sitting across from me.