i once,
proudly,
arranged my home
in muted tones
and shades of white
soothing vanilla
and warm cocoa cream,
carefully coordinated.
i liked it that way.
like swimming in a sea of clean comfort.
but a child lives here now;
a child who paints her world
in the technicolor swirls
of endless imagination,
dreams and possibilities
that have no interest
in containment.
she has splashed
our abode
with vivid rainbow hues,
sprinkles and sparkles,
and lines that perpetually blur
between
fantasy-reality-fantasy-reality
and who is to say
which is which?
her mischief reigns
in my home,
in my heart,
leaving both
disheveled,
unpredictable,
and in perpetual flux.
my life has been
shaken up,
stirred,
turned upside down,
rearranged wildly and tossed to the wind,
and challenged
from every possible angle;
and i’ve never
been more grateful.