The great bald blob

juts up fluidly

and looks around,

waking,

surprised,

wondering naively

about the forlorn

state of the world

cast in dark relief,

then seems astounded

by her effects

coloured across the waters:

gold, browns,

oranges ever brighter,

then shadows dying,

the palette shifting,

in the giant globe

of her blue new day.

 

25/3/2017