Structural Color

The arresting thing about birds is their mundane impossibility.

They arrive weightless from the heights like miracles,

glowing with color that makes you doubt your eyes before they’ve even flown away.

A blue jay appeared this afternoon,

blue so brilliant it can’t be made with pigment, only from pure light,

and bowed to me as if to say

Can you believe this?

And even though I'm on the fence about God,
and miracles, I tell the jay

I believe.