Out of the Blue
Each year the ocean seems
more blue, the gong of light
upon the eyes more resonant
You walk the hillside tracks
above the sea, and everywhere
the world becomes translucent
blue, a music that’s a mirror
for your consciousness, so
many voices shadowing light
cerulean and azure, tonality
deepening through ultramarine
sinking into the indigo of night
That “wine-dark sea”! But then
the ancient Greeks were only
just learning what it is to see
blue fire on kingfishers’ wings
cornflowers in the lover’s field
or lessons found in lapis lazuli
For blue is learnt. It’s there
(there!) waiting to be perceived
the sky and sea, and in between
more blue than ever has been
seen by you before. More blue
it seems, through being seen
John Allison