the blue

the blue

The blue

sometimes i look
up into the blue
that seems to
give way into
hints of
darkness
feel
my legs
unsteady
in that moment
there is nothing
beyond that
blue like a sail
taking us onward
into our days
and the dark
reefs at the
edge of
evening.

sometimes
i can look no
longer into that
blue that shows
the heart from
the bottom up
seeing on through
the glass drunk
down the drink
that poisons
us with age

sometimes
i can take it
no more
must turn
my eyes
down
seeing
only shadow
the bagged take
of myself
walking ahead
on a careless
road of cracks
a sky i am not
worthy of
overhead
a blue
that tears out
tears from the
bottom up.