My colours are orange
with joy, pink

with compassion, and shades of brown
full of quiet contentment, but
mostly they are undefined

a mixture of hot and cold
of yesterday, today and my fantasy

about tomorrow, with undercurrents
from the sea of the people who
flush into me, flood after flood

past my rocks, over my dikes
and through my membranes

There are no steady places
to preserve and visit
my feelings, they are

bigger than me, they have no boundaries
and without a passport, they can

jump over to sharing together
I exchange them with family and friends
and let them change their colour