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