Becoming

Shimmer like opalescence, an inch under the surface waiting to be scratched.

Be the island in the distance, constant and stoic; photosynthesizing desires and nightmares at the whim of a passing orca pod.

Stay mysteriously awake in the icy arctic,

with warm pumping blood and a mind like pressed flowers, dainty yet immortal.

Be an electric rainbow dissolving into the horizon, animating starlit birds and sleepy dancers.

Ripen from the golden light sent down from the clouds, marinate until you are the perfect powder blue.

Flow like the darkest parts of the ocean,

where waves cripple from the weight of the wind and the world, and the water turns every color but blue.

Sigh like a lilac cloud being pulled, stretched, drawn over the mountains without protest, agony and ecstasy becoming one.