Blue

Everything is blue.

At the edge of the Atlantic

With the sky infinite above my face

And reflected as glass beneath my feet,

I am nothing more than a breath of air

Suspended between two azure planes.

I am a piece of that world.

I am the sky and I am the sea

With a oneness so strong

That truly, yes, everything is blue

And my soul is bathed in color

As my skin is bathed in water.

I may have been crying

And shaking and screaming or,

On a different day,

Laughing and spinning and dancing.

It doesn’t matter -

When I remember,

That infinite blueness

Is the only thing I feel.

And when I’m in the water!

Waist deep in leaping,

Glittering, gleaming crests

Of saltwater waves,

I am so alive!

I can feel the whole ocean

And the whole ocean is inside of me.

I am this world,

And this world is me.

On a different day, maybe,

Everything is green.

Poised in the wild tangle

Between forest and field,

I’m staring at a single blade of grass

Pierced by light

And I think I can see every cell.

This place is so bright in the summer sun

That it seeps to each of my cells, too -

Clear air so pure

That I can taste it as I breathe,

Cicada hum so thick in my ears

And the smell of honeysuckle so heavy in my chest

That my body aches for all its feeling

And may simply melt into the earth

Because there is no separation between my self

And this world.

I am the verdance of the forest and the field,

And they are me.

The thrum of life that gleams

From each leaf and curve of grass

And creature and sunbeam

Is the same thrum that lives in my chest.

I exist not beyond this sensation.

On a different day,

Paused on a mountainside,

I may stare into the sun

And feel my chest heave

And the wind whip tears off my cheeks

Even as I hear myself laugh

Because I don’t know what to feel!

Because the sky is every color

Burning with every feeling I’ve ever had -

It’s orange and it’s gold

And the pink is the same

As my childhood bedroom

And the purple is from

The art my mother made

And at the center of it all

In a blazing globe of light that’s every color there is,

My heart is beating.

Yes, I think,

My heart must be beating outside my body

Because it’s out there in the sky,

Burning and beaming so bright

That surely everyone must see it!

How can you not feel this too?

My chest is split open,

You can see all the colors -

Please, please tell me you feel them too.

How am I supposed to explain that I can feel everything?

For even with my heart bleeding color

As an open river for all to come to

That pours love into every vessel,

I realized that the visitors

Don’t see every shade.

Some drink just of the blue,

And others delight at the pink.

Some fall in love with the purple

And savor the sweet gold,

But they can’t taste them all.

I want them to!

I try to show them

And teach them to feel the colors that I do.

There was one other

Who I think could see my self -

The sun,

The spirit at the center of it all.

I could feel the colors of his heart

Next to mine,

Both burning with that same white light

And I think perhaps

If he could finally separate each color

He would know me completely.

But of course,

Nobody can stare at the sun for long.

I shine this way because I can feel everything.

I can feel you the same way I feel the earth.

I feel your heartbeat the way I feel the waves,

I feel your thoughts the way I feel the forest sing,

I feel your emotion the way I feel the sun -

Searing and piercing through my very own chest.

I am you,

And you are me.

And because nobody can stare at the sun for long,

Because nobody can feel everything all the time

Without growing weary,

The sun sets.

The world fades back to blue -

The deepest, most serene,

Most loving,

Pure

Blue.

And there, I still feel you,

And there I think you might feel me too.