Look for the Pink

It's when we're 

driving along 

and it's the break of morning 

when the sun hasn't been awake for long enough 

to have warmed your still asleep body. 

Or it's when we're 

driving along 

and the sun's about to set or maybe 

just has  

and your body's preparing itself 

to go to sleep. 

It's when we're having those conversations 

where I say something not-so-great 

and you respond with another 

slightly different still not-so-great thing 

and we're in a circle of not-so-great. 

But that's when we break 

out of the woods onto a stretch 

of blank road like a canvas 

ready for today 

to paint on it 

or turn the corner where you can see 

just over the trees and the town. 

That's when I see 

the pink 

the bright pink 

that fills in the shallow spot made by 

two mountains 

it is the lake 

in the gray sky 

the oasis 

the calm. 

I see the pink and it wakes me up 

look at the pink 

I say to you 

and we 

look at the pink 

and I hope you smile the way I smile 

when I stop for a second and 

look at the pink.