Rich and endless Bob Ross blue,
with dotted dumpling-shapes
is ceiling, anyway,
a limit
over ant-farm day.
The teacher’s mouth reveals
how water vapour
scatters light
in atmosphere,
makes it glow a certain colour,
offers up a boundary,
conceals the dark and million
stars – oftentimes, the moon
from me.
I have seen
some pictures and
suppose it true.
I trust the puzzled scientist.
Three books of books
discuss the odd,
with bold intent
convene a studied clue
toward where we come
from,
where we go
and what we’re passing through.
I trust the ancient sacraments, too.
Robert On The Air 