As she looked out, she thought
that one might say
the day had tried to snare her
into sharing its gray.
What was it about
the mystique of colors
that often challenged explanation:
the eyes of mariners, so often blue,
seeming to draw their color from the sea
and the hands of gardeners, deep bronze:
sun-browned to match the color of the earth.
each species harboring its secrets
as in the world of flowers:
forget-me-nots, at first bright yellow,
later showing that their truer hue was blue;
and a species of hibiscus, white at dawn,
turning pink at noon, and then by sunset,
changing to a bold and brilliant scarlet.
The color of truth, Gide said, is gray.
And yet, she was sure
the color of truth, too,
was in the beholder's view:
a color not pledged to stay one way -
as even the grayest
of a gray day's gray
could sometimes turn into
(by the grace of a slice of sun),
the most glittering gold
and the bluest blue.