Blue

Let's call that patch of blue sky
a sunny day, and that flash
of a blue jay's wing
a stray bit of heaven.
But why stop there?
Isn't that blue recycling bin
some sort of hint at redemption--
all the ways we might be made anew?
And surely the boy in his blue hoodie
at play in the field is a promise
that the world goes on.
Look around. It could be
that the world is awash in blue
and you have simply neglected to notice.

~ Lynn Ungar

Lynn Ungar's book of poetry, Bread and Other Miracles, can be purchased at her website here.