I wish I could gnaw on the colors of a rainbow like a maniac.
Crunch the red as I would an apple,
slurp orange like a freshly juiced citrus sun,
swallow the yellow pulp of a plucked passion fruit.

Today, I hiked Koko Head in the rain.
Everything was extra gray,
and I think I’m in a phase of life where,
without the chase of color,
rainclouds become unwelcome visitors—
eating my food without permission.

Today’s rainbow was extra saturated,
and I realized how much I yearned to be like it.
I want to be it, eat it, live a life so intense
it spreads across the sky,
take up space despite the gray.
I want to stun myself with saturation.

Let me gobble up the green.
Absorb the aqua.
Spoon feed myself color until I am sick.

God gifted me this rainbow,
served it up on a silver platter.
I say a prayer and guzzle it down like a lunatic.

I will eat many more rainbows soon—
in Thailand, in Vietnam, in Korea, in Japan.
And they will taste great.
They will taste sweet.