I needed to be yellow,
caught in the place between sun and flowers
where the butterflies flit lightly
and care is just a word whispered on air.
I needed to be saffron,
scented addition of things beyond reach,
gathered together like something beautiful
filling the air with want and hunger.
I needed to be the point
where all things meet like sharp petals
reaching into the sky for nourishment,
soaking in the warmth of a new day.
I was dancing in fields of time
nothing meant anything
just the here and now and the reaching,
the endless stretch towards the sky
where I longed to fly like the yellow bird
that returns after the harsh ice of winter abates
and the feeder waiting like a gift
to abate the hunger built
by the endless search
for fulfillment in the movement
from there to here,
returning once more to land
where I began.
Image-Fields of Innocence -Sargam Griffin