green

looking out into the garden
i am moved to say something
about the green of it
but this is already wrong
or
maybe
incomplete is closer
it isn't green
not only green
but a multitude of green
an infinite, everchanging possibility of green
luminous
radiant
golden green
shining from within
every moment of sunlight that ever was
ever will be
but this is no closer to the truth of it
just crude labels
and i wonder
what there is to say
about the truth of anything
that
once spoken
won't be lost in translation
and
maybe
it is better to remain silent
true
green