The ineffable - how do we express what cannot be said?

Small Blue

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.