“Why is there so much fragmentary blue?!”
My visitor was surveying 1000 puzzle pieces, in only slightly varying shades of blue, spilled out on the dining room table–which is very rarely used for food.
He promptly summoned a burst of Robert Frost:
Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
I still gravitate to peeks of blue: a heron clunkily lifting off from a river’s edge, my son’s azure eyes, a swatch of cobalt silk.
But my thoughts remain so much more tangled up in those endless sheets of unreachable blue which, despite their vastness, seem so much more welcoming and hopeful than when they become shaded down by degrees to midnight.
I feel less alone when blue occupies the horizon. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt as alone as I did at night, on an airplane hurtling so fast it seemed suspended in place, a dot in an infinite, barren black universe.
When night falls, the sky seems both more and less than blue. With a dank, dark sky I can’t see my fellow creatures. Their calls and rustles turn foreboding, their locations less predictable. Snapped twigs begin to unnerve me only after nightfall.
Not so in blue light. Monarchs dance, and stalwart fall flowers–even as their petals crisp and curl and begin to collapse–glow against it. Leaves and buds only alive by half beam in contrast. Even a raven’s caw seems less mournful against an unbroken cerulean sky.
And who was the visitor who could quickly summon a blue burst verse of Robert Frost?????
I think this is one of your best pieces.
Enjoy very much of the reading, Stephanie! Beautifully done!
Ah, blue happy skies. But the New Mexico night is salted with so much starlight that it loses all its foreboding…and replaces it with a humbling softness, a vast cosmos of comfort. The universe is far from barren!