It got colder on the first week of March, like the sun had
somehow retreated back into the darkness of space
and the Earth just suddenly shuddered at the ghosting.
Could it do that, though, the sun? Just walk off because this
blue planet isn’t so blue anymore? Who wrote the rules of gravity
anyway? And didn’t we defy it when we built airplanes, jealous of birds
and the way they just go to somewhere warmer when winter comes?
Is that what the race for the stars really is? A planned migration
for the coming days when the cold season bites through cotton or wool
and the warmer months blister and burn the skin? Did someone,
one day, look into a river and say, “The water is no longer blue. It is muddy
and filled with things not meant to be in water.” That someone
probably went home and opened his refrigerator and drank
water from a bottle and threw the empty vessel into the bin with all
the other things not meant to be in water.
I think of Van Gogh’s Starry Night and how rich the hues of its blues.
I never saw the actual painting but your can easily find one in a book.
Online, there are colors that are richer than that which I’ve seen
with my own naked eye. Men have improved on real life and brought
out the colors on their photos. The copy exceeds in luster and shine than
the actual thing. It has to. I was at a beach I used to go to in my youth
and the water isn’t as blue as it used to be. The sand is not as white nor as a fine.
But the sunset there can still
still my heart and no
photograph can match that
transcendental beauty when
the sun sinks into the
horizon line and takes
all the light and color with it.
What an entrance for the night!
All that beauty ripped
from the world to herald the evening
and its quiet.
It sends a shiver down my spine, a coldness
unlike that of any month of any year.