Blue by Danielle Page

Blue is a woeful flower

so small that it gets lost

among his brothers in the field,

with drops of white that

beg the pollinators to visit.

Blue is a burgeoning flower

for his stem, while gentle,

digs deeply in the soil

soaking and searching

reaching and remembering—

Blue is as tall as the sun

in his heart. He serves the same purpose

as the cackling crows and the mossed boulder.

His place in the field is as vital as the

Rock that stuffs the dam’s roaring river.

Blue is a flower.

Dotted, thin, and fine.

Meant for the reflection of the divine.

Danielle Page is a truth-teller and graduate student at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Originally a Yankee in the South, she’s now learning midwestern ways. When she’s not reading up on composition theory, she’s scribbling in her Moleskine journal or hiking a mountainous trail.  Her work has appeared in the Whale Road Review, The Voices Project, and Pacific Poetry.