Blue

Blue is usually in bed,
almost pale, one would say,
but, “No,” Blue assures,
“Just waiting, waiting for
what was it?”
Blue does not recall
and does not mind at all.

In the pool, Blue prefers
to dress as aqua--
aqua is so easy
no running, no diving, no horseplay.

If the truth is known
Blue would rather be alone,
just prefers it.
“I do not go as well with
Red as White thinks.”
Blue simply feels best by itself
floating in the air
at leisure in the water
where nothing is the matter.

So often Blue’s in bed
not because of illness or sadness
(Blue is seldom blue)
but because usually
Blue only slightly cares
with its lazy, lovely view.

But sometimes,
when Blue must speak
of life to the living,
Blue deepens and darkens
and is brilliant and beautiful.