By Kelly Grace Thomas


Unhappy people don’t eat frosted Flakes or

visit the swings on a cloudy day.

I put coffee in my sugar and am never ready for bed.

I should calendar all the things I want instead of the

Obligations I have, those dead weight deadlines and

places to put it all to rest.

I smile every time a child asks why

Because every inch of me,

from post-it notes to lucky charms

sees the world in vibrant flashes of rainbow creation

I swim with blues, in red polka dotted silk,

I cry green with roots growing from my fingers

I marinate in purple as words hit the page.

I abandon socks on the quiet beach, the surf was too

beautiful not to play.