There is just a sliver of pink. 
It could be anything-
the ribbon from a ballet slipper
a wisp of a piggy’s tail
a flamingo’s knee

It could be anything at all-
what’s left of my patience
the gnawing ache at midnight
another appointment forgotten

Just a tiny touch of pink-
the highlights on a canvas
a newborn
a smoldering fire

What is the pink of your day?
The increment that makes you
wonder and gives you pause?
It could be anything.