Understanding Dorothy
/I drove through the sunrise this morning.
It’s funny, how we don’t notice things like that.
You’re breathing. Your fingers are aching cold.
Then you look up, and the whole sky is
shot through with strands of light.
The world is in color again.
It always was.
Keep driving. Your fingers are freezing
but your chest is tight under two jackets
and a scarf your best friend crocheted for you.
The sunrise will come. Grip
the steering wheel. Watch
for merging traffic. Breathe.
On dark nights, carry a flashlight
and learn to tell green leaves from brown ones by touch.
I promise,
the world is in color.