Zebra

I see a fingerprint of god against the dusty plains.

I see an X-ray showing me both death and glowing life.

I see bars but, underneath, a thing that won’t be caged.

I see bright sun and shadows upon the surface of a lake.

I see piano music played with passion and vigour.

I see pale light shining through a forest of dark trees.

I see a rainbow of black and white. A living band of light in you.

And I wonder what you see, reflected in the water hole.

Have you any idea how beautiful you are?