Yellow
I had yellow dripping down my fingers.
Running silently down through my toes.
I cried for hours it seemed
As the sun rose and the flowers settled into their new earth.
I am just a woman, I thought
Do you sing? They asked,
You have such a nice voice.
You must be a singer.
My knees knock together when I get down to pray -
“Father – forgive me not for I know what I do”
Are these sins mine or not my own?
How did I get here and where am I going?
Yellow.
Am I right or am I wrong?
Yellow.
How long will this sadness last?
Yellow sunlight warms cracks on the concrete.
