“Gray is the color of an elephant and a mouse
and a falling apart house.
it’s fog and smog, fine print and lint,
it’s a hush and the bubbling of oatmeal mush.
Tiredness and oysters, both are gray,
smoke swirls and grandmother curls.
So are some spring coats and nanny goats.
Eagles are gray and a rainy day
the sad look of a slum and chewing gum
Wood ash and linen crash.
Pussywillows are gray in a velvety way.
Suits, shoes and bad news,
beggars’ hats and alley cats,
Skin of a mole and a worn slipper sole.
Content is gray and sleepiness, too
they wear gray suede gloves
when they’re touching you.”
From Hailstones and Halibut Bones by Mary O’Neill