Love Poem: Spice


Variety is the spice of life 
At least that's what they say..
We celebrate different colours 
Yet the world still chooses grey

There's room for different flavours
Whether green leaf, pulse or grain
Banana loaf or carrot cake?
Nutrition stays the same

The truth it seems is constant
With the source identified;
Humans - not so different
On this planet we reside

As this year rumbles onwards 
I throw love into the mix;
Not to colourise the whole world
Just my local bit to fix

No longer are we separate sides
Of some bridge-less, gaping fissure..
Maybe same-ness is the spice of life
As we share more than we differ.