Blue

Illustrated by Ella Clayton.

Oh, to be a hue of blue, struck

across this seascape, subsumed

into some greater thing – it

starts like a deep-blue longing, lump

in the throat; ends

in the likeness, bright whiteness

of clouds.

Or in the sea stretched

out in front of me, like some vast

mimetic fantasy – great tidal trudge

of newness, a place at peace with

its own blueness; I might sit here

awhile – watch the sun scorch the

redding sky clean.

In this molten moment it burns

like I do, means what

I mean.