Purple Sail

When I reached
for the purple shirt,
100% silk,
in my closet this morning
I didn't expect
to get catapulted into
my old manic self
which is what happened
when I slipped it on,
the fabric
enough sail to send me
over the brutal waters
of our past,
waters
turbulent enough to
shatter the vessel
that carried us both.
Moving across the waters
solo now,
each in our own
fragile sloops.



Copyright © Susan Love Fitts, 2001