Blue Spring Thinking

when your arms close around me, protecting,

and I feel nothing; when I want to scream my

terror yet cannot name it; when the April

evening shivers like winter’s knife, and the

river seems a warm and welcoming oblivion; when

blue is the color of the air and earth and sky —

understand, my love, you cannot touch me there.


the memory of love is all that brings me back.


M.A. Mohanraj

March 18, 1996