Ode to a Blue Jays

The blueness against hedge and tree— a brilliance that gathers within itself like a fault long acknowledged in solace; my heart rests-; Eternity’s line opalescent enters…

Their cries call without doubt, as if even they wonder of wreaths, wind-spirits each listened. The morning knows. Here are lines of cerulean harmony, every branch upon this sky; we the core softly returned, light grey-green, yet colored, caress our bright perception of pause still.

Foolishly the worlds prepare, I speak knowing ruin’s grip could change, or welcome, while marvelous as seeds to plants, under each cradled sweet cut, encounters of shade, a glimmering now. We grow in ease of light thick hugs, become even brighter than this.

In hunting, cautious, timid glances, the connection flows; they were all around us. daybreak distracts as all judgements fail, we danced under whispers of passing leaves, a window opened wide, my thoughts slip back.

Cast each outlook courage; our hope
boundless and long, what gives off beauty, all cries upon splitting wings. I wonder of my thoughts stretched into blue;

• Marianne Moore