As I watch today’s changing sky,
I am surprised to understand how little
it reminds me of your eyes.
If you expect more of me or this poem—
perhaps that I should see,
in that blue and changeling gray,
some vast reflection of steady you,
or that this poem should tell how love
finds memory in whimsical clouds
and the capricious, emptiness beyond the sun—
then forgive me my prosy view,
it cannot be helped. But consider this.
What is there in empty air
that teaches light like you?
And what shade of vapor may I hold
when I am here and you are there?
“Contemplating Blue” appears in Lee Robison’s Have, a collection of poems to be published and released in the fall by WordTech Communications under their David Robert Book imprint.