Iris

Iris is, simply, the rainbow.
She carries about her
no myth or metaphor:
she is not a saving promise
nor an image of hope.
But her curve is the shape
of the perfect story —
complete yet elusive,
containing seven colours
and all possible others:
a measureless richness
of content. She is the one
who appears after all
has been stripped away,
before all is made new.
Companioned by her shadow
— almost as bright,
almost as clear —
she will always return,
she is always there.