It has been so rainy and overcast everywhere and especially close to the Pacific. One day this happened! Spring is starting in San Francisco.
Blue
West, over the ocean
the mackerel sky is ribbed
like a knitted shawl.
Sun flames white clouds
into glowing alabaster.
Drifting east, the rows puff
and spread like fingers
letting the blueness of sky
pour through.
My hands lift upward
and azure radiates down to fill
my skin, my eyes.
I glow in soft blue terracotta
of a Della Robbia Madonna and Child.
Her wimple, a length of white cloud.
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Heather Saunders Estes 