by Lane Wattle

Children hold cellophane to their face 

delighting I see red! I see blue! 

and adults judge how right they are. 

In high school my biology teacher asked

what colour are your eyes? Not a test,

yet I still failed. Brown, kind of green

around the edges, grey at times. 

I was told to call them hazel. 

Curiosity, shelved. The history of how 

I came to be larger than a lesson plan. 

I see tinges, blue of children losing

their oooh and hmm. I teach It’s red. 

You see red. Coaching curiosity,

how do you feel when you see red?