The world went red this morning;
Was it red yesterday as well?
And the days and weeks and months before?
Do I remember a world with all colors?
As dawn approaches,
I see the crimson of the sun
Bleeding in all directions of the sky.
Do I remember seeing a rainbow?
The creek flowing through the valley
Is the vermillion starting at the head
As it paints her, the mountain,
With the color of her master.
Red flowers adorn the branches
Like ruby rings on hands;
The shine of glamour masking
The bruises beneath the bangles.
I trace the heavy droplets
From palm to elbow to neck.
My cheeks feel hot and sticky;
I discover, at last, the source of red.