1. there are rainbows in the kitchen sink. I can’t explain them, except to say they appear there from time-to-time just above the slippery wet silver, arched + perfect. today I am self-regarding enough to wonder if the precocious prisms realize I’m here too: do they see or sense me as I see and sense them? their pulsing pixels a collision of color and interest.
2. when I dropped my daughter at school this morning, it was clearer: the flash and stomp of her purple sequined high-tops is enough to catch the attention of an early autumn’s rising sun. she sends a kaleidoscope of shimmers skimming across the concrete at our feet.
3. but it’s my son, Gray whom I ask to slow down while explaining his current 6th grade art project from across the dinner table. the students covered entire pieces of weighted white paper with “loads and loads of colors”, oil pastels. then their art teacher Mr. Turner instructed them to apply a thick top layer of black pastel to the color cornucopia. in doing so, the students made their very own (DIY) scratch pads, using simple engraving tools they began to carve color from beneath the dark.
later I think, Mr. Turner might have taught someone something about light.
about this poem
this poem was born out of the writing prompt “color” and also a bit of a response poem to Maggie Nelson’s “bluets”. one of the ways poetry and certainly my weekly writing class continues to surprise and support me is by way of creating the space for me to have new thoughts or ideas..”the color of light” is not a thought i’d ever had or considered before- until just this week, just this poem… and so ‘grateful’ feels a bit like an understatement here 😉 thanks for reading ! xo, s
santos scribes 
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