Yellow

YELLOW

It’s like that; you think of it and there it is,

Yellow.

Everywhere.

Sun, gold, dandelion.

I see it everywhere.

No, I don’t see it. I feel it.

Sense it.

It enters me. It traverses my body and becomes part of me.

That Yellow light that radiates as it reflects off the wall in my bedroom on a late spring morning.

That Yellow; it's not a colour.

It’s a feeling - of warmth, of intensity, a sparkle that mesmerizes me into some kind of realm.

Like walking through a door into a dream; it seeps into my skin and sparks my cells.

The golden chain around my neck sparkles too, in that light.

Yellow gold, the symbol of my mother; It’s an Indian thing.

She insisted I wear it all those years ago when I was young,

and I resisted; I wanted to wear the silver color like the other girls.

Now this Yellow gold is how I hold her.

Her; named after the Yellow goddess.

Her favorite color, in tulips, in roses, was Yellow.

A tear on the edge of my eyelash catches the Yellow sunlight,

As I look at the field in this late spring. The tear reflects the field in that realm that feels like a dream.

It’s Yellow.

Full of dandelions.

How did it happen that it turned Yellow in a blink?

Yellow dandelions – all over, everywhere.

Brightening my solar plexus;

the Yellow center of my being.

Radiating out like the rapid opening of the dandelion from bud into a billion, tiny

Yellow petals.

Yellow ... So temporary.

Like a spring morning light.

Like the goddess.

Like the dandelions that;

With another blink turn white and float on the wind.

Sending

Yellow,

to take root,

Everywhere.