Primary Mirrors
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty—" (John Keats)
Today it seems I am
mirrored by those colors
speaking the world to plenty:
The hummingbird
and her ruby throat
tell how spring is a return,
how the heart is my own
kind of flower, opened
beats by light and water
and the blue into which
she flies is a sky speaking
how expanse is lonely and true,
how I am a contained vastness,
a canvas for budding green,
mineral silver, and all the
prismatic certainties of form
I am certain
that beauty speaks
truly, as if to become
equal to truth,
so that I may come to color
more fully, cyclically,
speaking their names
equally with the truth
of my name
because I too am
a mirror for
red, blue, yellow
bird, sky, sun
we collaborate in primacy,
and meanwhile
the world goes on,
opening, returning
About the Creator
Ryan Greendyk
I'm a writer and a poet, living where the desert meets the mountains, exploring where the mundane meets the radiant beyond. I like writing that reenchants the world. I'm currently writing my first novel.
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