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