As much as the sky is blue

look how seriously 

they weave the wind

one a flower in her hair

the other counting spaces

between her fingers

their weight in my arms

  their hands moving

above my head

someone told them

  beyond the clouds 

the sky is blue

they look up

as if blue was something 

 the sky had still to prove

look how it pauses

 around their faces 

pale at the edges 

almost white 

leaning in 

to their laughter.

Where does she go

 when I close my eyes?

She asks

I can still see her blue

 in the darkness

I close mine

a girl in a bucket

        full of summer 

snow falling 

through her hair

       her sister 

a ladybug clown 

      holding a hippo blue

both kneeling 

         beside an orange cat

conversing words 

I cannot hear

their plans

   weaving 

         the wind 

     wider

they turn 

  to say hello

their laughter already

           creasing the corners

 of their eyes

for a moment 

   time holds 

light suspended

between breaths  

 blue has no edge

their weight   

    still

 in my arms

I smile