Heading Upstairs

Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)—
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.


Fragmentary Blue, by Robert Frost


I was struck by this square of blue sky hanging out in the stairwell this morning. It called to mind a James Turrell "Skyspace." I'm pretty sure I heard about his work from someone here on blipfoto, though I don't recall exactly who. In any case, I made sure to head that way again later in the day with my phone so I could take a picture.