speck on the blue

in the air
do you swim

do you fly

is it
a flap of wings
a kick
of the feet

a wake
behind

a vapour trail

in the sky
is it wings
or
a cape

you are up too high
I cannot tell

you are up
too high
while I crane my neck
to see you

I
imagine how it feels
to be you

bathing in air
winging
in the jet stream

I imagine
how it feels
to be you up there

a speck
painted
on the blue

~

Poem #501 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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11 thoughts on “speck on the blue

    • Hi Robbie.

      Thank you. I try to put myself in the hands of the muse to direct a response, in this case, to my reading of some of Bachelard’s work. That man has proven to be a blessing to me for the inspirations I’ve received from his work.

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