Yellow

There are many things that words cannot describe. 

The shapers of a thousand beings, of the world unseen—

They lurk in the deepest shadows of the mind. 

In the milk-like waters flowing low to lie,

I found a yellow eye, peering from the weeds. 

There are many words that words cannot define. 

I stared into the flames. Are they really not alive?

A flame, a flame, burning, twirling, living, free!

It burns through the thickest shadows and twists the mind. 

Those are the fluttering stones that circumscribe

A glittering flower, yellow-golden with glee:

There are many things commands cannot confine. 

And those, on the windy walls of the mountain-side:

As if there were nothing not thick unknown, we peer. 

It blooms in the deepest shadows and shapes the mind.

Those are the multiplicitious dwellers of the slime:

The little heart which lets light shining gleam. 

There are certain words which words cannot confine;

They burst through the deepest shadows of the mind.  

(2022)