mass parts: gloria

for e.m.

i see You in the shiver-sweet beauty
of all things i love to look at--
the yellow signal of the iris
flagging its rich blue pendant petal,
the shuffle of its edge in thickening wind,
shifting stem within rustling green sheaf
nearby a night-blue lake that moves but will not leave.
or silver sky too thin and bright
to be abandoned to its rain
but plain with moisture all the same--
unharvested storm within its sheen.
or sunset rose against a white
column, at third-story height, above still trees
whose leaves now show their purple under-green,
waiting out for night--the red within the light
reaping its white within the column-height.
tumbled together, each sense of what is seen
become distinct, an eye for purple and for green
and yellow, each thing its color, each color
its thing--this gap, this over-consonance,
this bright and dark, this it, this this,
this is to i what You are be,
so shiver, shifter, so sower and so sweet.