The Dark Blue Dawn

The light only gets
Deeper for a while,
More saturated—

The dark clouds bluer,
The pale peaks bluer,
The deep lake bluest.

Strange, deep reflection
Isn’t expected
To associate

With increasing depth.
The more light there is,
You’d say, the lighter.

But this dark dawn sinks
Into its richness,
Bluer and deeper,

Like it’s gathering
Its chosen wavelength
To carve out sapphire.