I don’t know what to say about today

except that every thought feels tender.

Like a bruise has sprung up under everything.

I carry this feeling around in myself

Without an outlet; Without a place for it.

Purple, yellow, green thoughts drift about 

and down my cheeks instead.

{ I am full of deep feelings today. No need to fret and worry – these days have their role too. But sometimes they beg the words to give them shape.  I call it poetry. }