All the Colors

Murky green water speckled with brown,

algae festering in globs, the shade of sick,

swirling through the water,

I don't see my reflection

until you step up behind me

and offer me cranberry-colored condolences,

washing over me with purple conversations,

your lilting voice is lavender, 

liquifying into my hot orange summer haze,

deep gray mush 

surfacing, purifying,

pumping oxygen back into this pool

with the clarity of every blue ocean

coupled with every pristine white crystal,

clear, crisp 

bending all the colors 

like a glowing glass prism.