AT THE END OF A RAINBOW
Close to the surface of a smooth lagoon,
I saw the end of the rainbow: unraveling
like strings of yarn, a shimmer so intense
it hurt my eyes. And in the last inch:
nothing. Not that I hoped to find
a pot of gold — but wanted to believe
in the soft returning dove,
Noah pulling her in, her twiggy kiss.
Nothing! — not a bridge between heaven
and earth — a rainbow doesn’t touch the earth.
Prayers don’t climb up, blessings do not
shimmer down. Yet one time I walked behind
my lover on a narrow path, thinking I had
never asked for “handsome” —
not an athlete’s harmony of shoulders,
long limbs. And later in moon-dazzled dark,
I knew I had never asked for such mind,
such spirals of whispered flight —
like seeing an eagle glide by at eye level
when I stood in a high mountain pass,
so close I could almost touch the splendor.
Not the nervous dance before the nothing
at the end of a rainbow. Only mastery
and calm, as if to prove the real can surpass
mere faith. It can stride on water. Mate
in the holy air. Die at peace, as an eagle flies.
Here’s what slipped into my heart:
that crested yellow tongue
down the runway of parched truth:
and those petals’ pulsing blue,
the excitable color of now:
like coming on a meadow of wild iris.
Long ago in dank woods,
I blundered on a dell
of lilies-of-the valley:
white lovers palm to palm
between leaves. That’s why God
must be forgiven, and why Dante puts
those who weep when they should
rejoice in a muddy pocket of hell
near the wood of suicides. After youth’s
‘love is pain’, that blue-purple flight.
On Non-Judgment Day, in the Valley
of Saved Moments,
I will bloom, the wildest iris.
Oriana Ivy was born in Poland and came to the United States when she was 17.
Her poems, essays, book reviews, and translations from modern Polish poetry have been published in Poetry, Ploughshares, Best American Poetry 1992, Nimrod, New Letters, The Iowa Review, American Poetry Review, Black Warrior, Wisconsin Review, Prairie Schooner, Spoon River Review, Southern Poetry Review, and many other journals and anthologies.
A former journalist and community college instructor, she teaches poetry workshops.
She lives in San Diego.