Because You are So Blue

Because you are so blue at the marble bowl
in front of the white stone Buddha,
I will not throw rocks at you or shoot you dead
as I’m sometimes tempted.
Because you are so blue, so bray,
so full of your bad jay self, I can almost forgive you
for spearing my ripest apricots and tomatoes,
for feasting on my baby green French beans
and for calling me back to the present
with such shrill persistence.
Because you have come to the water to slake your bird thirst,
cleansing your soul as all live souls are cleansed
in the moment of drinking,
but mostly because you are so blue.