Pixels and Strings

This was a day I felt stretched too thin,

Sunshine infiltrating my atoms.

This was a day I felt pixelated,

Composed of misaligned squares with sharp edges –

My self leaking out of my skin, jangled by the bright.

This was a day I longed for clouds,

Lowering skies

The scent of impending moisture,

Ethereal weight gently easing me

Back inside my skin

Like down tucked into a pillowcase.

This was a day to be silly

Ideas and insights flying like feathers

Winking slyly

Playing hard to get.

This was a day I got acquainted with victims

Wrapped in shades of the rainbow:

The blues of poor me,

Righteous reds

Jealous greens

Cowardly yellows.

People blaming a puppeteer, not owning they’re pulling their own strings.

No one makes me dance but me!