Becoming More Myself Poem by Patti Masterman

At unexpected moments in the day
I learn about magic hidden inside of living.
When I drink from a colored glass,
I drink in a part of a rainbow, shining
Somewhere else, no matter how far.
Electricity tastes like blue.
Fresh-cut wood still retains the scent
Of the forest that gave birth to it.
Just the smell of rain washes your soul.
If I touch an object of someone who has died,
I must atone by being extremely lively.
As I am swimming in an emerald lake
I transform chameleon-like into a green-eyed mermaid
With hair hand- colored by the sunset.
Glitter is really starlight, travelling billions of years
Just to find me, becoming more myself.