Maybe I am a runner…
Stretched out as a wet canvas,
waiting for the stroke of the brush
While drops of rain splatter slowly,
spreading me into a sea,
overflowing off the edges onto the ocean floor…
I rise up swimming,
in a pool of colors, for a breath,
a taste, a lick
Water beaded on my skin…
I am a green lizard climbing into my papaya cave,
Sticky moist and sweet
I wish I could wear all the shades of blue,
in the sea, diluting all that is not me
Onto a canvas, to believe
Blueness of eternity…running