Blue bowl

If you could imagine it
I'm sitting at the bottom of this bowl
A firm place to sit
Of a seminal blue
The form of blue
Leaking
Up the walls of the bowl

I took a look once
To see where bleeding color
Disseminated
To the rim of my bowl
A cloudy white, forsaking its mother blue meaning
There's a plate directly above me
A confusing dance of browns and greens and watery blues

I considered once
If you could imagine it
The possibility of living
On a sphere in the sky