Blue Beneath My Feet

this old stone house,
so grey and brown,
rough in texture,
tough in time,
shingled by
moments.

I finally got
the electricity on inside,
I finally see
from room to room
and everything
between,

and just when I found
the windows and
the verdant greens beyond and
the aqua blue beneath

it all went orange and then
began to change to red.
All red, all around
and blue beneath my feet.

The doors are locked (for now)
and windows blocked
and I am trapped inside

the stone and brown
beneath the shingles scratchy
and surrounded by the red
that fades to brown
and then to nothing

But it flows,
that blue stream
alive and cool and sweet
and whispers to me
of a place where all is true
a place where all is blue

blue beneath my feet

4 thoughts on “Blue Beneath My Feet

  1. “this old stone house, so grey and brown,
    rough in texture, tough in time,
    shingled by moments.

    I finally got the electricity on inside,
    I finally see from room to room and
    everything between,

    and just when I found the windows
    and the verdant greens beyond
    and the aqua blue beneath.”

    Seriously?!?!?
    Full. Stop.

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