Yellow, you are all at once
The sunlight on my neck
The joy in my steps on a morning run,
The trees in the distance
The irises promised to me in the spring
My will in each inhaled prayer,
Each exhaled laugh
Yellow, you are
The lioness who kisses my forehead
And watches from behind my eyes at the same time.
The mediation pillow
That absorbs shakiness from my thoughts,
And the warmth in the ground,
Solid under my words
Even as they stammer and falter
On unsteady feet
Yellow, you are
An endless horizon
And on the days I can’t see your possibility,
You are lemon in tea
And a snug blanket
In a room painted in cuddle
So I can see the brighter in tomorrow.
Note: “Cuddle” is the name of the yellow paint I chose for my home office walls
