In Search Of Blue
The first sound we made
called the world into existence,
simple black and white
at the beginning.
Swallows danced over the rain
drenched cove, tracing
where dark water flowed into
columns of light.
What had we longed to find
from that sky’s
bewildering presence?
The redemptive
power of yellow?
Or higher still,
the shamanic drift
of hawk flight?
Some larger hope
emanated from high rock walls –
perhaps a chance to give
ourselves over
to ideas we’d never understand,
names we had yet to hear.
Even as we stood
uncertain of how
to name this
thing,
time curved
into gravitational
fields with the precision
of small atoms,
found everything
that lay just beyond our senses,
at threshold frequencies
approaching the speed of light
and silence held blue
gently against the pulsing
sphere of earth.
