In the Blue Firmament, Pacific blue meets blue yonder.
I blow like a porpoise, swim like my name is Aqua Marine.
I float like a dream in midnight blue, like a modal hue in Miles
Davis’ Kind of Blue. They say it’s a blue planet in deep space
with black holes and white dwarfs;
I suck in the horizon like tinsel turquoise fish. I’m a baleine boy,
a blue whale breach: If I was God, I would be blue Krisna, glow
of Gopis, seven Poseidon seas, electric blue tridents, azul dragons—
sapphire scales cut & polished. Spiral panoptic, slipstream
the true blue cult through slate ablutions,
salty transubstantiations, cerulean depths—the bluesy improvisation
of flow. Say sky, say sea—ice sheet, cenote, cavern, aquifer, great lake—
confluence. Lapis lazuli cascades, blue orgone breathing aqualung
an oasis on a wing of a Blue Heron riding a black blue cloud burst—
the ache of every Icarus.
Catch a blue drift, profess, protect. The cobalt wake, temple horizon,
the green blue molecule, the twinkle in the wet spray of twilight’s wave—
salty amrita, immortal universe!
I bow,
confess my allegiance. And you?
Bio: Marcus Elman
