Thoughts of Living

Ochre Yellow

When I think about Ochre Yellow, 
I think that perhaps I never knew
the color.

That yellow perhaps is a stranger,
that I never gave a proper chance.

Are lemons brighter?
Richer? 
Their fleshy innards a smooth tapioca creamed color?

That the bright yellow reflections
of sunshine on puddles
aren’t as sharp as they feel.

That if I never knew yellow,
perhaps what I think is yellow is actually orange.

And by then my mind begins to bend and I’m
thinking I should stop and simply trust
that yellow is yellow until I see otherwise.

But then…