Original Fire: Selected and New Poems

Blue

I have moved beyond my life

into the blueness of the tiny flower

called Sky Pilot.

The sheer stain of the petals

fills the sky in my heart.

Over the field,

two bluebirds pause

on shivering wings.

They could as well have been a less glorious

color, and the flowers too.

Why were we given this unearthly radiance, this blueness,

if not to seek it out, to love it with all our hearts?