Blue Haze, I Saw It Again Today

In the murky hole, the bright
blue-mauve sheen sits
like a breeze upon the belly of
an inland lake, it sits
gently on the surface
caught more by
the lack of forces than
by any real grasp.

With the slightest sound
or softness of outward thoughts
it threatens to vaporize
into memory
leaving only goose bumps
upon the naked vision.
So fragile!
So fragile!
So fragile!