Hour 3: It is a Purple Day

 

My daughter says: When I went to bed, it was 2022. When I woke up, it was 1972.

and 

purple orchids bend to wind under bruised sky

and

inside, the house simmers in fragrance 

I bath slices of shiny purple eggplants in whisked egg, 

dip into bread crumbs, seasoned with oregano & sweet basil

listen to them snapping in olive oil, frying to golden perfection

 

Purple cauliflower, which tastes just like white,

roasts to crispy perfection in the air fryer

 

Purple grapes, nestled in purple bunches 

sit in an amethyst ceramic bowl

waiting to be tossed into fruit salad

 

On the cutting board, a purple skinned onion

 which everyone says is red

 

I slice through papery skin, 

wipe away stinging tears, 

listen to the news,

shake my head in utter disbelief

and sadness at choices eradicated

the onion is not the cause of all

my tears

 

Outside, purple sky unleashes its fury