Hey blue, there is a song for you, ink on a pen, underneath the skin, an empty space to fill in.~Joni Mitchell
The simplicity of my matinal rites
by the lake and skyful of blue
available to anyone here–trembling
poplars, this downy woodpecker
rattling, a pair of cautious dusky
ducks. The praying mantis looks
over her shoulder with large bulbous
eyes. Three ruby throats of humming-
birds dive and chirrup. My pen glides
in the cursive flow of thoughts
informed by space. Three-year-old twins
on the opposite shore squeal
helmeted and wheeling. The wildlife
flees. Traffic thrums. The shadow
of wings fast across the grass.
By starts and fits I edge into
emotional depths of this shimmering
moment, cloudless blue embrace
bright water quivering in pure
essence goosebumps and chicken skin.
My brother is driving to see his new
granddaughter; my friend is home
from the hospital, these texts
like prayers infusing my heart
beyond the stories this intense
invitation open the multilayered
being green and blue planet
welling up, pouring through
the way beneath my dancing feet.
Inspired by: Simplicity, Matinal, Emotional, Anyone and blue, the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt today (sit and write about the first blue object you see today.) (As always, my really-wanna-edit brain gets a firm no!) Also a dverse poet prompt to write in descriptive detail. And Joni Mitchell’s song Blue.