The Colors We Learn thinking good. feeling, too. balance the two. find the pathway out of confusion into clarity and bliss for a time. then the spiral dance mutates. lost again. found new shades of blue. darker blacks. suddenly brilliant purples, screaming reds, fluorescent oranges arrive resolving into Rembrandt browns. then come the clowns. zounds! I got so used to being sad. I got so used to being mad. I forgot I could laugh so loud. it made me cry elephant tears. the kittens dance will lead me home to allow my mind to travel where this body cannot. cyber friends come and go talking of Michael and Angelo. some poetry is long. some is short. to sing our song and build our fort against raging storms within our minds. so a little sweetness is in the rinds of pork and pomegranate. teaching us the kinds of lessons we must learn to feel the fire but not the burn. Copyright 1999 Richard Stimson a.k.a. Big Bear bearybipolar@bigfoot.com