The bluest sky is in me
The bluest sky is an enchanted journey
A magic place in a no-place
The bluest sky is my home
All melts into it
I lived in Switzerland 1994-1995. A guy in my class showed me a book he was reading by Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye. I misread the title and a flash went through my body. The Bluest Sky; yes yes yes! This poem was born a few minutes after that, watching the sky&mountains through the humongous windows in English lit. class.