Sunshine, Colour, and Finger Toes

 

Sunshine, Colour, and Finger Toes

I like studying food.

I like people who wear all the same colour —

it blows my mind

when there’s so much in the world.

Why choose blue jeans

with a blue top

and a blue jacket?

But it sparks joy.

It makes me think of the poem:

purple coat or purple hat —

Do you stand out?

Or do you look like a vegetable,

aubergine or runner bean,

depending on your frame?

I like rainbows.

I like sunshine on my face.

I like feeling the warmth of the sun in my eyes,

whether I’m in the sun or behind glass,

whether I’ve just walked out of a dark street

and the sun hits my face

like a laser beam.

The red of my eyelids glows —

twinkling brightly,

probably where the blood is pumping.

I’m not sure what happens there,

but I love that feeling.

I love the first bite of any food

I’m looking forward to —

the flavour pops,

a mouthful of joy.

Not the whole meal,

just the first mouthful of joy.

I like when you step into the sea

and anticipate the warmth or the cold.

If it’s cold, you’re never ready

for quite how cold it is.

If it’s warm, you wiggle your toes

like you’re in a bath.

I love the way the sand swishes around

as you wiggle your toes —

soft, silky, crunchy,

like putting a teaspoon in the sugar

for your teenage tea

when you fill it and you’re not supposed to.

A soft-hard-rough-joyful feeling

as the water swishes around your toes

and the sand to and fro’s,

and you have all these feels

in your finger toes,

your brain engaging

as if your hands were in the water.

Toes becoming fingers —

finger toes.