We are in our blue state of mind
Because a sky covers us like hell
Because where went had its blue
Walls against some head turbans
As red turbans lay in snake coils
Against blue sky we looked up to.
Not just because the sky was blue
Or the oceans stacked up in blue.
There is blue mind’s vault poetry
Before we asked why blue poetry
Poem was but blue vaulting dome
A blue that continued above river
As in individual rivers of our eyes
As they crinkled them toward sky
And to a blue continuation of sky
On hills rising silent and smooth.