Blue Above Us, Blue Below Us

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

We stepped off
the edge of the world today,
blue above us,
blue below us,

nothing but sky and water
around us
until
death’s door
surprised us.

Not yet.
Not yet.
This is still not
yet our time.

4 Comments

Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

4 responses to “Blue Above Us, Blue Below Us

  1. Eloquent words, Ethel.
    Hope all is well with you both this autumn. Sending love to you. 💙

  2. You’ve captured that sense of vertigo perfectly, Ethel!

  3. Will we ever think it is our time? Maybe, as long as death is not a surprise. Nice poem.

  4. OUR BEST

    We struggle
    Gamely, unobserved
    Not often
    Successful
    Still there’s always tomorrow
    Until there isn’t

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