This Sea, This Air, This Blue

He woke to find the dawn devoted to the color blue.

Striding, riding, gliding into the intriguing scheme

of its embracing hue, into the waking dream

that he was flying, swimming through alluring shades

of air and sea into new points-of-view, he wondered

at his suddenness of certainty – as if the soft insistence

of Existence had contrived to bring the thing to be:

“This sea, this air, this blue is me.”










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