beneath a later colored sky

it might seem
rather boring
but i looked
outside at the
endless blue
sky.

eleven miles
every
direction
less blue

i thought,
wow, this
is me. here
surrounded
imprisoned
alone amidst
color.

later, after
noon the wind
changed and
suddenly life
was gray.
what  do i
feel?

wind from the east, and a tall sail pulled taut
the scent of haddock against my cheek
frost a month away titillating my tongue-tip
aching blues spinning around the saxophone's rim

feel?
I do what
gray was life.

suddenly and
changed wind,
the noon after.

Later, color
amidst alone.

Imprisoned.
Surrounded here: me.
Is this wow-thought?

i,
blue.
directionless.