Five Trippled
Azure — The sky where I live today, is a soft wash of this, poured through with sunlight. The scattered clouds, in Spring white, stand out all the more gracefully against the perfect blue.
Red Felt — Was something I wore as a child. It started as a cowboy hat, crisp and defined. Then softened and relaxed into a shapeless bucket to be plopped onto my head. I remember its scent. Its eventual faded velvet softness.
Golden — The insides of my eyes, as I reclined on the beach. A blanket of turtles beneath me…the Summer air, tall above. “Immortality” was playing on the radio, the signal wavering like a ghost. The heat glistened me, and the sun (unseen behind closed eyes) made my thoughts glow. And slow, to the beating of my heart.
Emerald — Was close to the color that I’ve never seen with my eyes. A dream, a year ago, of waking and watching the slow waters of a wide sleepy river. Of sinking into them on a misty morning that exists only in my mind.
Purity (though the color is Peach) — This shade is entwined, like a dancer, with a scent. A perfume of enfolding beauty arising from a rose. A perfection that I have seen for many years — and look forward to in this one.
So there are five, on this five-trippled day. I wrote this on paper, while sitting in the white-gold sunshine on a crimson and jet bench. The air was like vague angels on my skin…