You were born naked,

Except for a covering

Borrowed from your mother,

And red was your color.


The world caught you up,

Diluted you, washed you

To the pale-pink hue

Of a rock on a river’s edge.


Growing, evolving, floundering

Like so many before,

You discovered earth, to roll in it

So brown became you.


This new covering fell,

Billowed away in dust clouds

As you found the free sky,

Lived in it and stole its blue.


On you went, and upward

Climbing for a better view,

Until you could fly no higher

The day you turned grey.

Published by Kurt Gailey

This is where I'm supposed to brag about how I've written seven novels, twelve screenplays, thousands of short stories, four self-help books, and one children's early-reader, but I'd rather stay humble. You can find out about things I've written or follow my barchive (web archive, aka 'blog) at or follow me on twitter @kurt_gailey. I love sports and music and books, so if you're an athlete or in a band or you're a writer, give me a follow and I'll most likely follow you back. I've even been known to promote other people's projects.

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