by Reyna M.
I ask you to tell me about
yourself
You answer with a list
A list of accomplishments
A list of things you've done
A list of things you keep yourself busy with
But that's not what I asked
What I asked was
What the dancing colors across the sky makes you feel
And what the craters in the moon inspire in you
I want to know what you see
When the sun's rays flirt with the water making it dazzle like diamonds, for a
moment−then it disperses
I want to know what you hear
When the wind whispers cooly
into your ears
Then fades into the orange dream of a sunset
I want to know how the images you see every day−
The image of the speeding of cars on the freeway of black asphalt mixing with your
thoughts about the temperature of the day
And the image of the long lanky leaves of the palo verde tree swaying with the
disturbances of the wind as specks of pollen, specks of vibrant yellow color, pierce your
eyes as they flutter then fall to the ground
I want to know what these images do to your heart
Do you keep still?
Or does your heart start pulsing
Sending warm blood to your soul
Making you alive?
This is what I want to know
When I ask
Tell me about yourself