Artism

[Gemini Cricket]

The world flipped on its side
and I dropped into a painted
canvas.

I fell to my knees as
butter nut squash colored
my legs.

I clenched my hands and
indigo blue errupted through
my fingers.

Up close this new land
was a torrent of different
hues washing in and out.

A clutter of multi-colored
fish engaged in a frozen
swim.

So much to absorb,
madenning and bold
magnificent and wild.

A streak here and a swipe
there, I walked across
chestnut brown that made a chair.

So complicated and tangled,
expression enveloped in angst
and glee.

With the world untipped,
I found the painting looked just
like me.