Happy Clownfish

I close my eyes
Those purple bruised peepers
Though not to sleep
As one could easily assume.

I close my peepers
To hear and listen to my self
And find the happy clownfish
Tangled in the weeds
Of my unfathomable brain
(Cracked and brittle
Like a year old walnut)

I close my purple sleepless eyes
To chase inside the drawers of my chest
For the lump of pumping gold
Hidden under past and future longing.

I close those purple colored lids
To access the mirror on my shelf
And find the crazy grumpy fish
This strangely creative grinch of mine

And I will grab
His lazy fin
To dive inside
And better seek
And hide.

Collage and words © Myripa 16.6.2018