The Blue
You can have Egypt and
Nantucket.
The only place I want to visit is The Blue,
not the Wild Blue Yonder that seduces pilots,
but that zone where the unexpected dwells,
waiting to come out of it in the shape of bolts.
The only place I want to visit is The Blue,
not the Wild Blue Yonder that seduces pilots,
but that zone where the unexpected dwells,
waiting to come out of it in the shape of bolts.
I want to walk its azure
perimeter
where the unanticipated is coiled, on the mark,
ready to spring into the predicitable homes of earth.
where the unanticipated is coiled, on the mark,
ready to spring into the predicitable homes of earth.
I want to stroll through the
pale indigo light
examining all the accidents about to rocket into time,
all the forgotten names about to fly from tongues.
examining all the accidents about to rocket into time,
all the forgotten names about to fly from tongues.
I will scrutinize all the
surprises of the future
and watch the brainstorms gathering darkly,
ready to hit the heads of inventors
laboring in their crackpot shacks.
and watch the brainstorms gathering darkly,
ready to hit the heads of inventors
laboring in their crackpot shacks.
A jaded traveler with an
invisible passport,
I am at home with this heaven of the unforeseen,
waiting for the next whoosh of sudden departure
when, with no advance warning, to tiny augery,
the unpredictable plummets into our lives
from somewhere that looks like sky.
I am at home with this heaven of the unforeseen,
waiting for the next whoosh of sudden departure
when, with no advance warning, to tiny augery,
the unpredictable plummets into our lives
from somewhere that looks like sky.
~ Billy Collins ~
(The Apple That Astonished
Paris)
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