Green.

My hand is splayed on polished wood
And it looks not like my own
The light from my eyes to my brain
Takes a newer route this time
Through a pre-nascent herpetology
Darwin nudges me
Into another clade completely
I could be anything
If I'm not careful
My hand will spread out further and further
And further until my skin is scales
And my eyes are many
And legs can kick a whole in the wall
This same blood I feel
Can be found anywhere
In so many things
More wondrous than I

But they are not I
And I am not some kind of
Lizard