Canvas - Banaz Palani


In the hour that
red turned to
black turned to grey
like ashes from a fire
scattered all the way

As the meadow looked
the same in the day
in the light so dull as
black as the night

And I was grey
as hunger and thirst
just as sleep and the fall
where part of my daily rut
like a prison so small

In that split second
when his greens and
the spots of his pinks and reds
and all the shades in between
crashed into my grey

And the stains became
the fertile soil of my
existence as my solid ground
and as I thrived in my charm
I was alive