The blue I carry

A sapphire stone, cold and smooth against my hand.

A jay’s feather slides beside the glowing light. 

Denim folds around me, worn, torn, familiar.

My backpack carries pieces of places I've been. 

A hairbrush pulls my hair, strand by strand.

The blue clip holds back what I refuse to lose.

Only the globe knows where I'll go. 

Headphones hum soft sounds of silence. 

My notebook waits, lined with thoughts,I have seemed lost. 

A watch ticks on, quiet, calling me forward.

Coffee cools inside my cup as I take a pause. 

The highlighter glows over the words I know. 

My key clicks against the lock— I can leave. I can enter. 

The blueberries burst beneath my teeth, leaving a subtle stain 

Painter’s tape stays in place, until I decide to move.

A blue follows me— quietly, completely.