…hesitation…

this box of crayons
has sat for years unopened
perhaps it’s time now…

but i am afraid,
since i’ve grown older, to find
they have all turned gray

this week’s topic at one deep breath is color. for me, the quintessential physical expression of color is a big box of crayola crayons… which i had a bajillion of when i was younger (believe me, the cheap-o dollar store generics don’t even compare). i don’t play with crayons much anymore. i wonder if maybe that’s one of the problems with adults these days.