I dreamed I colored the world.
There was no end to my crayons and talents. My paper was limitless and textured. I saw the land and the sky and gave them shape and hues before whipping my black crayon deftly through and around edges, adding lowlights and shadows, bringing the world to life.
As I colored, I drew back and looked over my shoulder, and saw myself as a child, at a table, in green denim pants and a striped red white and blue shirt, sitting in a chair and coloring, my cheeks blushing pink in my white skin, and my eyes burning fever bright, diamonds in a river.
I colored alone and was happy with my crayons, creating the world, as I saw it.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com