If Blue Had A Voice

it would be Take Me To The Water

with Nina Simone

if blue had a taste –

it would be ginger sweet and spicy

if blue were a time of day

it would be dusk

before the night inks

the earth

if blue were eyes

it would be the pale ones

of Isaac Bashevis Singer

if blue were an element

it would be smoke rising

from an inner-city vent

on a January morning

if blue were a garment

it would be the over-washed

too long chambray dress

with its breath of cotton

down to the ankles

if blue were an object

it would be a Faberge egg

glazed Prussian

and if blue were a mood

it would not be depression –

                        no –

for within every blue

there’s the hope of another

indigo within navy

cobalt within lapis

within turquoise –

                        the sky

(By Penny Cagan)