To Be Blue

Ain’t it easier to be blue? That night embraced blue. Not that dark dark blue that the furthest depths of the ocean has claimed. But, that blue right on the cusp of something’s coming, and something’s been passed. Like a day ready for another. Or a mother’s eyes welling up before someone sees. Or that hazy thought “Friday’s tomorrow.”

Yellow is a warning for dark dark blue. Think of a ball flying from your hand. You either catch it, or let it hit the ground. Either way, it’s coming down.

But that blue I’m talking ‘bout. It’s easy. It’s known. A slight warning, I suppose, but nothing to fear just yet.

So, ain’t it easier being blue?

Just now you watch a child cry. He has known yellow for too long. He is coming to figure out your blue, their blue, everyone’s blue. You shake your head and carry on for tomorrow. Friday.