A Moral Color

Under the yonder, I searched for my name in a blue

book. The pages were doors without knobs or keyholes, yet,

because blue comforts the eyes, the tome opened up to me.

Suddenly I had a taste for blue; it depicted the impossible.

For both Greeks & Romans there was no blue in the rainbow,

but here, by sunlight, the most audacious sapphire. And so

I forsook the allure of verdigris, cochineal, & mulberry

& walked to the river where, having polluted the water, the dyers

waited for it to clear. Rather than tinctures, a miraculous

draft of fishes came up with their buckets. But this was

not the end, nor the beginning, of my faraway look away.