rural sunday

Rural Sunday
I sat on a milk ramp by a road
that has not suffered the indignity
to be covered in a black trickle 
Sunday!
the sky was eternally blue
I could
standing up, see the sea
the water was azure as well
is azure deeper blue than the sky
or is it a word used by poets in 
the hope he will sound romantic?
Fed up sitting there, but I sat
wanted to see a drifting cloud
the immaculate sky
a tall ship crosses the ocean for a while
balance on the horizon
sailing upside down 
till it sank under the weight of the world
Fell asleep!
awoke as the sun's shift was over
a car stopped
the driver offered me a lift
Imperially, I waved him off
I wanted to keep my reveries 
a bit longer.