Purple was accidental.
I like how it looked
on my website. So
I started out with a logo,
a two-tone purple half-arrow,
pointing up towards something,
whatever it was for the day.
Then I moved on to business cards.
And purple brochures. And pens.
Hues and tones of purple,
blueberry in between,
purple scarves, plum vests,
and eggplant-colored pants.
Three iterations of business later,
I find I’m downsizing my hours,
rediscovering my life pre-purple,
and even some verse I’d forgotten.
But purple has taken over.
My office flies lilac flags and butterflies.
My dogs and cat lie on purple mandala pillows.
My meds are stored in a purple, organza bag,
and even the trashcan sports purple.
No, I think,
I’ve not thrown it all away.
I’ve simply moved more into purple,
into royalty, another childhood, poetry.
No, that I’ve just moved back in to.
No. Wait. Did I ever really move out?
