301

why do I
sometimes
like to stare through things?
my camera roll
a catalog
of eye to screen to lens to coffee mug to dried swirl of grounds
eye to screen to lens to airplane window to sky
breathless clouds 
hugging themselves together
lit from below
above
behind
bending light in epic pits and valleys
glow orange magenta
dusk
colors are beautiful words
mahogany
ochre
fuchsia sienna cerulean
it's good it turns out
sometimes
when artists and scientists
fold together
to name things
words aren't enough
of course
to give something as ubiquitous and ephemeral as color 
it's due
dew
like mornings
like mourning
and doves
soft throat songs
the same muscle in their necks
that allow a rattlesnake to vibrate its tail
is that an example
of convergent evolution?
I can't remember now
but the names of colors
I do

---