Tossing around the crayons again today.
Feeling mixed up.
I reach in and grab indigo.
That's how I feel today.
Kind of blue...
I'm not really sure why, but I do.
It's not a sharp feeling, but soft -
almost fuzzy like fleece.
Somehow dotted with melancholy
almost forgotten but not really.
As I toss it around
part of me does not know what to do
for indigo is not usually how I feel.
Foreign, in a well known place
not really belonging.
I take indigo and put it back
into the box...
Strategically placed next to yellow.
Hoping to get fern...
For that was the color of the sea grasses
as the morning light danced on them
and made them appear to be softly blended.
Somehow mixed with liquid happiness
That makes indigo a little more palatable.
