When I die
I’d like to be absorbed
into the color blue
to become
the dusty color of a blueberry
the blue of Lake Michigan on a sunny day, or the sea
aquamarine, turquoise, star sapphire
lobelia, lupine, chicory
the faint trace of blue veins under skin
blue moons, blue hours
the midnight blue in a child’s box of crayons
the pale blue of a robin’s egg
or a booby’s feet
the iridescent blue of a butterfly’s wings
the electric blue of a skink’s tail
the brilliance of a peacock’s breast
the blues of birds cerulean, azure, and indigo
and oh! the sky
countless blues, subtle gradients
spilling into each other
every shade of twilight
the most generous of blues
abundant, profligate
you will never run out
of places to find me
