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 chitter chatter from camp still echoes within.

Forest lava, I can 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 that holds the sweetest sweet and the darkest dark.

Oh this blue.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s