The blues all smush together into this hazy mist.
No distinction between land and sky.
Emerald water glistens into a soft marbled blue, giving way to swaths of cotton ball clouds.
The Korean family’s banter from camp still echoes within.
Forest lava, I still hear the little girl cry out to her childhood comrades.
But oh this blue.
Like a memory.
Whale skin glistening.
A Blue Jay’s feather flittering in the afternoon sun.
The soft, endless ocean in his eyes.
A deep sea galaxy, like the galvanized space in my heart
attempting to hold the soft warmth of trust and the dark anger of abandoment in such a small space.
But oh this blue…
*This poem is available in my book Soft With Me, printed and bound in Western North Carolina thanks to a grant from the N.C. Arts Council.