I was red.

I’ve been red for a long time now.
Red since the day before I was born.

Every now and then, I’d be purple
Drifting in and out of the blues.
Hues, like waves washing my feet.

And now, I’m blue.
“What’s come over you?”
I ask myself, and laugh sometimes.

I’m blue, and at a new end
Of the spectrum, smiling
At you.

I like being blue.