Blue Poem by Timothy Watson

Have you ever seen how blue the sky is?
when you look straight up
from a mountain top
on a cloudless summers day

Have you ever smelt how clean the air is?
on wind swept ridge
of a steep cliff edge
where the eagles glide above

Have you ever felt the solitary peace?
where the only sound
is the cow bell's chime
and the buzz of insistant bees

Have you ever climbed so high?
to see where I've just been
walked away so far
just to rest an hour
and taste the sweet tale of the wind

(26 August 98)