Blue Sky Mind

The circle of light rocks gently 

back and forth in my cup

tilting to the sky like a mirror.

At 10 am

the row of windshields down the street

all light up like mirrors in an Egyptian tomb,

reflecting the blue rain-washed sky.

 
In the whipping winds, we ride across the ancient plains 

from blue to blue,
under the power of the Eternal Blue Sky,
returning to the blue 

from whence we came,

the blue of eternity.