up and away

              Fragmentary Blue

              Why make so much of fragmentary blue
              In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
              Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
              When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

              Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet) -
              Though some savants make earth include the sky;
              And blue so far above us comes so high,
              It only gives our wish for blue a whet.


                  Robert Frost