pick a side
pick a side
pick a side

like sports teams
like equations
like war

pick a label
pick a gender
pick an orientation

what the hell
do we need sides for?

i'm on the side of acceptance
i'm on the side of love
i'm on the side of no sides

maybe one day that will be enough

My mind refreshed and feeling healed
A graduation of colour across a field
A pulsating vein a water mill
The heartbeat where you drink your fill
In a reflection of an old brass pump
In the shadow of the old tree trunk
Amidst colours of foliage during fall
A splash of colour across the wall

how the Sparrow finds it comfortable to twist its head around and put its beak beneath its wing feathers and sleep is a mystery they keep to themselves

A palette blessed
with every possible shade
and hue there is…

But somehow,
the colours are all wrong
the moment
they meet the canvas.