The Blueing

a poem after Nick Montfort's The Purpling
re-mixed by students of Non-Linear Narratives & Multi-Media Poetics
a Quebec Writers' Federation Workshop led by J. R. Carpenter, March 28, 2009

Some countries hold elections to decide the meaning of strophes, and women aren't allowed to vote. Some countries are invisible, even on maps, indicated only by blue dotted lines tracing their shapes. Blue has traditionally meant water, though now it also indicates (in)visibility, the degree of, the shape of, the mood of. Water knows what it is like to transubstantiate, to be invisible, but still felt in the air, the dampness of skin. Birds know where all the boundaries are, flying through the blue sky with their maps on their wings. Although I am a solid mass, I am invisible on the inside. I am on a pilgrimage to an invisible country, and when I reach its borders, I will fade away. I am mostly water anyways. After I have mapped the borders of invisibility, I will find a way to return. In the early morning in early spring, the glimmer of blue on the horizon indicates the beginning of being seen.