Arizona Turquoise

A glyphic unspooling of blues,
Azure, cerulean, early evening’s cobalt,
And of course
the green-blue-green of turquoise
in a serrate march of shades.

Oh luck favored seeker/searcher was
the man who spied this far flung chink of the heavens,
blown down during the rarest of days
with spun the blue of the fairest of rays.

To cast his eyes earthward
and espy a cache of celestial - not earthly – hues magically solid
 like dew emerging from vaporous air,
 the sky’s reflection frozen,
amended to stone,
more fitting than ice for the sere desert plain,
And to kneel down, grasp with mortal hands,
to lay claim on a piece of the empyrean.