In great grey forms
the people move;
in colourless masses
the workers
come to work;
in silence the population
are held in
the snap steel routines
of living, producing
and dying.
Order it is and
order it must be,
and with that order
we are called to
move as steadily
as the flow
and rhythm
of the sea.
But then in colour
a person comes
and walks
the opposite way;
and squeezes out
from tubes of paint
all the colours of
the rainbow,
and throws them
wildly at the crowd
in acts of madness,
in glorious acts
to make,
to create,
to paint,
a vivid work
of art
in laughter
and in tears.
5/6/2016