It surprised me that it was colored,
colored blue, in fact, I had never
considered that it might even have
a color, or if did, it would be
a rainbow, but no, it was a
sky blue of different shades, rounded
and soft in places but with a jagged
edge, too, like a sharpened dagger
aimed at what, hearts? At its center,
for it had one of those, too, were
three interlocked boxes, three in one,
and a fourth box off to the side, like
but separate, the only box I was
allowed to open, to find a sky blue
mirror edged in a sky blue flame.
And a voice called it faith.
This poem is submitted to the Poetics prompt at dVerse Poets – what invisible (yet real) thing might you see with a third eye. To see more poems, please visit dVerse Poets.
Photograph: Abstract Blue by Michael Meilen via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.