Fragmentary Blue

the sun comes up in the morning the sun goes down in the evening and all day long the sun and sky overhead are fragmentary blue the black clouds break the sky the black clouds break the sun a drop of rain fall through clouds to the ground like a tear is fragmentary blue the white side of the sun the black side of the moon our sky intersects the edge of space’s blackness to become fragmentary blue my dreams wash in with the tide my dreams wash out with the moon but I cling to them like the beach so as not myself become fragmentary blue