True Blue

While away,

away from my beloved sky

and lake

I grew restless and

displaced but then....
True Blue

Blue inside and

not of the brilliant

wondrous variety

but

the kind that drips, runs,

smears

and blurs

the path of sad

shuffling

tennied feet.

An abandoned swing

calls my name

from across the

drying

desert park lawn

I run...

the greeting

like

lonely

lost companions

reunited

the fit squishy perfect

comforting

and familar

a gift of leaping flutters,

and stomache giggles

while giddy feet

punch imaginary holes

in the blue canvas.

On every rise

and

fall

toes etch poetry

like puffy white

jet stream paths...

we are at home

at this height,

my feet and I,

and

we skip home

in true blue joy!

Pam Piper Rain