the possibility

The Possibility

At a monastery along its forbidding walls, I saw in a March

month a delicate blue, airy flower seen as  a shimmer, one

is supposed to feel more than see it.

 I dug up one plant with its earth,but it didn’t when we are

told that 99% of plants and life during time has died out

I do wish the air flower had not been extinct.

 Now you know how blue air looks like think of it as a physical

thing air you can touch and cherish but not claimed as

a product as air no aroma only the privilege of seeing

the unsinkable a shadow of beauty hidden by slowly driven roads

even old people can traverse, without being flung into the air

and a great moment of joy before pain and white coated trying

to keep you alive till they see you have no insurance and gently

let you slip away.