There is blue above, there is blue below.
And the sun plays leapfrog with the clouds,
While the earth rolls gently forward.
Long shadows fall away in the morning light,
Amid brilliant colours, characters are breakfasting.
The air around is filled with incessant chatter,
Of sparrows and of sprags.
Hopping from one morsel to the another,
Dull yellow, dark grey and white.
The concrete path is the battlefield for food,
The scavengers all oblivious,
To the budding stalks nearby.
Hopping with a rolling gait
Amid flashes of brilliant blue.
The lifting of wings to the air,
Pounding down,
Pulling through the rush of bubbles.
Creates a eerie silence within,
The swimmer’s goal.
In the rhythmic flow of breathing,
The movement of water across the skin.
Vision through squinted eyes,
Focal length drops, vision drops,
To the automatic pull of the gains.
All doors are opened.
Here beneath the blue, a soul
Can wander from present thoughts.