Blue Minute

January cloud, shot through with light blue light:
not nomad. Nimbostratus
refuses, though cold, to snow.
Nacreous gray-blue not rack stuck flat, flat.
Cloud mind like mine, except it can’t
take stock of that Western Bluebird’s flitful
fret, lightpost to lightpost. Take heed.
Take heart. Take note: No sunlight, yet
that small blue back, bright, bright, bright
—quick!—wings off.