The ineffable - how do we express what cannot be said?
Walking through woods one simple morning,
through curtains of light, sifted through leaves,
pollen and midges in Brownian motion,
I felt it, then, and I tried to catch it -
there and there - a Small Blue lighting,
printing each flower with presence
and I almost held it in my hand
as I knelt bare-legged in the sphagnum,
and felt it again, the sponge of the earth
sent up to the crown of the canopy,
and I touched it, again, and again I tried -
but it folded and flew at the sun,
low down now, its light consuming
everything, filling the back of my head.