My eyes paint uncertain space
with hues of green, blue, and red.
The space moves and wiggles.
The harder I look
the more detail I see in the color;
the more movement I see in the soup outside my window.
There are so many different hues of
green and blue
in this mess that were I an artist
I would go mad trying to absorb it all.
A long snake-like thing wriggles by,
caught in an updraft, fighting for control.
Oh, for wings, for a pair of wings,
for a quartet!
I could be a dragon by god!