Blueberry Skies

In white fields of clouds
patches of blue peek through,
the taste of blueberry sky
already on your tongue
as you look around,
and nobody’s coming, nobody there,
so you dive head-first
into the promise of forest walks,
September haze and October gold,
taking too big bites of skies
still hot with summer,
greedy for the sharp aroma of
all that lives, all that’s possible
under blueberry skies
safely hidden away
between dream-stained fingers.