Prism

How many different people

Are there inside you?

Who are you when the sun shines?

The sunflower, the sweaty child

Or the moody teen sitting in the dark listening to Floyd?

And when it rains?

Are you the umbrella, the paper boat

Or the muddy puddle?

Maybe you’re the moon!

But are you crescent, full or new?

I want to pass you through a prism

And see your split colours.

And then,

I can paint.