Green
I looked out over
the Andes once when my
skin was plump and
I could remember things
all I saw was an expanse of
emerald and jade
like my reflection in a mirror
scribbled on leaves
the colour of mint all my
hypotheses of life and
art and through
sage coloured glasses
I only saw mountain ranges
and endless pages of
philosophy
instead of oxygen
I inhaled
hope and optimism
though when it was dark
it was obsidian
but when
it was light it was all
honey and tuscan sun
and even now I still
search and catch
glimpses of
emerald and jade
through
silt and dust
© Lindsay Clayton Day