Here is the shade of the early morning air
at the point on the horizon where the world goes on forever.
Here is your pale blue entry into neverendingness,
the wings on which the everlasting sails.

Other colors drive into town, go shopping,
buy jeans for the kids or kibble for the dog.
Other colors sweat and swink their way through life,
staying mindful of relationships with others,
responsibilities, the mutual supports of shade and hue.

Whereas 747, because it goes with everything,
is blithe.
It will never steer you wrong, this blue;
it will never take over—and it will never disappear.
Wherever you place this blue on your canvas,
it behaves like an angel, blessing all about it 
            with equanimity, with purity ,
with the unassuming grace of the beloved.

This blue is the blue of everything that you aspire to,
and everything that you hold dear.
More than any blue I know,
this blue is clear