The great blue
lazy
cerulean
mediterranean sea
rolls the way
blueberries roll
as they tumble into my mouth.
the same way
my big
viridian blue
eyes
roll
when my mother tells me
those jeans
are too tight.
my jeans
that were
blue
indigo
before they washed it out
the color running
like the paint did
brush
in hand
when i cleansed my skin
of it.
the paint
my name
was written in
on the side of that boat
a small infinity
rested
in that great blue
lazy
cerulean
mediterranean sea.
the same boat
that rocked
on the waves
under the wide
sky
blue expanse
flat and endless
all at once
like the plate
my grandmother used
for fruit
when i was small.
that round plate
the same shape
of the flowers
they said were weeds
but which
i loved
because of the way
azure blue
petals
felt
like silky velvet
between
my newly formed fingertips.
fingertips
that curiously
picked up stone
after stone
toes
braving
the cold water
for
heavy pieces
of shade-changing
grey-blue
brought up
from the bottom
of that great blue
lazy
cerulean
mediterranean sea. 

 

Indigo Williams is from Seattle, WA, but is currently pursuing a degree while living  in Madrid, Spain.