The Blue Hour

As the long night’s darkness fades
I wake to wonder as the heavens open
from the deep indigo ocean of space.
Knowing the fleeting nature
of this transcendent moment
with its new possibilities, I rise
from sleep to witness the light.
My thoughts still softened
by the salt of surf dreams of late:
an aging child alone
as a blue wave rises then washes
the future’s sandy edge.
I am awe-struck, enlivened.
Watching from a windowed chair,
I sense waves of wild notions
begin to swell and surge.
Resisting the insistent
ticking of passing minutes,
still but for the lift of cup,
I ride the exhilaration
of my brain’s high tide,
gather its gifts of wonder.
What can match this mind rush?
Remembrance transmutes
into a flood of the fantastic.
Doubts are silenced by deep beliefs.
Questions dissolve into glorious answers.
Until…in a whisper, the light’s tint shifts:
ebony loosens to sea-blue
as daylight opens the sky’s doorway
to a beachy sunrise of pastel clouds.
It is the dawn of a new blue sky day
worthy of shared celebration
for those awake enough to see it.

by Anne McCrady
a previous version of this poem appears
in Texas Bards Poetry Anthology 2026

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