In My Twenties: Blue

There is something about the sky that drags me in. 

On days where the sky is a particular shade of blue.

light but dark

light but deep

like baby blue at first—

but a hint of purple reminds you that there’s a whole world beyond that first light layer.

It’s my favorite blue. 

I paint my nails that color and stare all the time.

In the summer of 2015, I was a college freshman 

holding all the optimism in the world and no fear of failure. 

On campus, I had a couple hours.

I lay on the cement and stared at the sky

people walking yelling laughing jumping,

and I lay staring at that blue blue sky

it was as if I was all alone 

just me and that sky, 

and disembodied voices.

I was in love with that blue blue sky. 

broken up by white fluffy clouds.

pushed along by a teasing breeze. 

blue blue blue white blue blue blue 

I wanted to be a cloud 

whose world is the sky

no worries about its direction just pushed by the breeze.

Then I remember I like my two feet. 

It doesn’t keep me from sitting to think.

Staring at the blue sky that changes slowly.

There is something about the sky that drags me in. 

It’s steady—always in the same place, 

yet flowing—moody changes every day.

At any given moment 

looking at the same sky 

you could see a different thing moving past your eye