The Blue Ribbon

A stripe of blue in an ocean of black Three hundred miles below At the still time before a thunderstorm There lies the dazzling beauty A miniscule of infinity in a blue ribbon glistening in night sky On the black crescent earth Dumb, we feel dumb, in the tempest of mirth From three hundred miles up a tiny blue speckle A sense of pity in our entity As we sometimes feel Looking at a vast ocean from its shore How poor our reality is Our home and hearth Just a speck in space So was the mercury across the sun Here in Kolkata yesterday A dot, a fleck, almost of no worth Yet we can yearn and earn many sublimes Your beautiful face in starlit chimes The world of our thoughts is mighty complex As we reflect On the myriad emotions And the associated countless notions Flooding over our perception As we look back dazed from so high up At the majestic blue ribbon That is our earth Environed by black night space A moment ideal Real blending in the surreal ___________________________________________ May 10, 2016/30 Lines Submission for “Just a Thin Blue Ribbon” – Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Rita A. Simmonds