Verdant

In the beginning, 

everything here looked beige to me. 

All the buildings, 

and the land, 

and everything 

was beige.

But now, not so long later, (but just later enough to be late-)

I'm finally seeing all this green.

I am obsessed with it;

Verdant. 

The word repeats in my mind as I navigate the scenery, 

The mountains are purple and grey.

That the sky is always blue- 

Unrelenting powder blue. 

And the sun is a molten ball of white gold. 

"The sort of violets that could grow on the moon."

and 

"The wind from the desert is sweeping me away.."

All that Terra Incognito jabber.

If I'm not SEEING-

If I'm too FOCUSED 

I will miss it.

And I will wonder where I was while all this

LIFE was happening.

Talk of connecting the stars, and the dots, 

the points on the map of my life. 

My Then to My Now with a

zigzagging squiggle of a line.

Tracing the history of my generally uncharted course.

Pulling my head up out of the proverbial sand that is

Life-as-a-new-mother;

At least I can look back- 

I have reference.

To notice how the world has changed.

How my eyes have changed, 

how this desert has changed.

Something beige

Transformed into

unexpected shades and hues of life.