soft blue wind caresses ease in off the sound,
the waters cool surface shimmers
blue diamond rare, miles up in the air a trumpet slips
glittering hard licks true & fast, slick as a moment
eclipsed in a wink
	          & quick as a hair-pin turn around,
you’re looking out across the diamond-blue shimmering
to a long low land mass rising & swimming out to sea,
where the blue becomes a darker, deeper blue,

where the land’s end is the brown-green
sandy snout of whidbey island, seemingly swimming—
a whale’s jutting head—out to sea & back over here green leaves
brimming from branches & bushes are hands
waving good bye, good bye,
like farewells of weeping lovers,

everything is serene over here, blue, green & brown, sun
light dappling around edges, hard black masses—
in the shape of shadows—spreading, over which one piercing
bird call tingles, pricks the senses
as it wheels, slices its double-winged comma shape right through
the blue singing, like a solo of miles davis cutting right through
clean to the heart, true as a surgeon’s scalpel,

these moments are a shopping list of natural wonders, beauty,
things we imagined leaping off postcards received from faraway, exotic
places, most times somewhere over there,
		on the flip side of imagination

& then bam! it’s right here, dead center in the blindspot
of a glance, at the edge of where your eyes are looking,
just now, where your vision fell just short

& the moment completely escaped you