not THE answer, but an answer; call and response

if i ask you
don't think too carefully
i don't mind if you're wrong
there isn't a hexagonal hole 3/16 of an inch wide
for you to fit your response into
the space i give to you
and request you to occupy
is as wide as the sky
a blue canvas to paint yourself.

fill it with your awkwardness
your ugliness
your beauty
and i would smile all the same,
it's not the shape of your clouds
or the subtle hues of your rainbows
or the brilliance of your sun
that i was looking for, you see.

it's you, just you.

remind me that my sky isn't the only sky
surprise me with a corner of the world
i never dreamed
teach me of a place where everything
i know and believe
is strange and new.

don't give me THE answer.

just answer.