Painted

I am a red skipping stone

Falling though the water

Each jump the sound of an A minor chord

I am the 27 renditions of dust in the wind

Each time more beautiful then the last

I am the useless of a pull out bed couch

I am the elegance of an eclair in the food world

I am the sweet chime of the piano

I am neither here nor there but in between

I am the comfort of the dark at night

I am the strong sequoia tree holding my ground

I am the versatile blue jean and the morphing caterpillar

I am the warm light of a single candle in the storm

I am the lone snowflake where the land is bare

The cotton wood see that drifts where it pleases

I am the blue flame of a drift wood fire

I am the lotto ticket

With one number off the winning number

I am the one who fears to be alone

I am the one with the painted smile

although my eyes scream

see me

-Jillian Elmhirst