Pale Day

Pale blue
Pretty
I imagine there are
Even piquant clouds somewhere
Bouncing
Even though they’re still
Or moving slowly
To see them
Actually

Adding extra movement
To the elements
Because it’s probably happening
Out there
Up there
Down there
Anyway

And we take movement
All too seriously
As if to be still
Even to rest
Were tantamount to some kind of death
Before
The actual

And is that the antipathy
Toward rest
That it’s too close to resting
Mortally
Forever

I don’t know
It’s a pretty blue day outside
And I’ll think on all these things
And maybe you shall
Too

Blue is for rest
As well
And if it is
Or can be
Some kind of sabbath for you
When it’s time or
You decide
It’s time
Then my wish is for a day of blue
For you

C L Couch


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