Blue Is

Blue is.. Blue is summer in August so thick the heat is An army blanket Suffocating the sky in its dirty wool Blue were my father’s eyes With that sizzle that said “No boundaries Exist when you are rich with courage to compete in love and life” Blue is A catastrophe A climax of words A cataclysm of sight and sound When you can’t take back what was bound to come out after so many years Blue is the antiseptic smell Of hospital corridor And the horror of arriving In time to say goodbye Blue are her eyes Like a cornflower sky But puzzled, looking quietly frantic Begging for answers to her query of why? Blue is head down Mumbling a hymn Is it a sin To curse at a god Without making a sound? Blue is every lesson in life That is “good for you” “Necessary” And “bound to happen” Like a fork of lightning Splitting the hot sky