first blue

first blue
written one morning -- about the process of sun rising






a taint of quavering navy,
blue of ghosts and blue of dark, sad thoughts

the part of the brain that distinguishes color,
discerns an infinite shades of azure,

the flight of birds
against the punctured sky,
the inception of creation
at first blue light

a palpable powder-blue, incurably rising now,
a baby-boy-blanket blue, a faded blue-jean blue,
a sentient hue



it knows its own self,
and it may know me

better than I do