"Blue...songs are like tattoos / you know, I've been to sea before" --Joni Mitchell "Blue"
When I was a child, I learned
that not much falls from a blue sky.
Bored by the blandly pretty and never satisfied,
I waited on storms like rescuers.
When I was a child I tossed
my minnow-thoughts to gulls I alone could see.
By the cold waters of Lake Superior one summer,
I listened for my native tongue from every shell.
Later, I'm not sure I saw myself or my spouses at all
through the bottle glass I blew with every word.
From inside whales and outside of any map,
I did find saving grace in my own restless nature.
Now, it comes to me with the red sky at night,
that the Argo and the Dutchman fly
with my childhood gulls, and if I seem melancholy or far away,
it is because I am, and have always been
this blue child in motion on the electric air of my imaginings.
for The Sunday Muse #61.