On Earth, I is, Will Be, Me

At the river, I watches the green be itself
even without the sun. I is
the only bright yellow thing out
here. I’s nails, anyway. Painted,
panting body, again. Anyway,
I is sitting here. Black, wave, citrine,
cloud, brown, & outside. Brush strokes.
Me. The dabbing day. Breathe. I doesn’t
stop. I lets it all be. Outside. See,
I often is afraid. To be a skin
wearing this much color.