There is a place I go
High on a cliff
Fringed by wind-buffeted shrubs
Stalwart and stunted

They mask the view
Until passing, panting
through them
I find myself
on the very edge of the void

Where I cry out

Because the blue, the blue

The Blue

reaches all at once
around me and above me
In an endless curve

And I am not crushed by the indifference of the waves beneath me
moving in and out
as they have done
for year
upon year
upon year

I am safe in the circle of the sky
Enfolded to the earth

Borne up by the arms of the world