Indigo and Orange

(2018)

A familiar freezing
Winter by the Narragansett Bay
Car parked, we embarked at street’s end
Walking crunches old snow, darkened

We’re bright tonight by baywater shore
You and I and Both
It’s warm between us, a warmth foreign
To or through cloth or down

By smelling bull’s eye lanterns below coats
Conocemos y sabemos nos aliados
Space of night sparkled uncountable stars
Suddenly! Colors contain energy, gravity

Night is never black, never lacks hue
Tinting multidimensional impressions
Of meaning in eyes, ideas and feelings
Staining this nocturne strikingly two-toned

Indigo everywhere above wine-dark bay
Mauve sky lit thick ambiguous clouds under thin clear
Navy space, eggplant vacuum illuminated from unloved distance
Midnight of inky deep violet, dusky

Orange: everything that burned
Streetlight shining splashes bright honey on backs, bayward shadows
Point across, ashore, to city tangerines radiating apricot 
And above, the stars are exploding marigolds 

Light, sharp immediate yelorange
Dark, depthless distant indigo
Opposite timbres, dancing contrasts somehow constitute
Curved complementary colors on the chromosphere

Dialectic designs creation, colliding
The dust of space into a point
Indigo and orange, mutual generation
Expelling energy, amassing mass

Madness! The infinite and the finite
Imaginary and real, possible and actual
Both the sublime and the beautiful inspire
The Knight of Faith in unknowing fate

The known and unknown are no foes
And I adore exploring both, preference neutral
Value mutual— yet my equipoise quivers at you!
Hair redorange, olive hat, warm freckles, oh but your eyes

Burning golden brilliant eyes! 
Coronas of singing yellow pupil haloes suffusing hazel irises
I see visual symphony: hair hazel halo combine, shining golden eyes 
Pull my own down from cold purple nothing

Looking into your warm orange everything, I
Realize I love the night because I love stars, and I love you, and I
Recognize the color of my home, my lodestone, my daily destiny; 
From indigo intrepidity I’ll always return, to burn in loving gravity