My three-year-old is in love with Iris,
preferring purple over yellow
as they explode in June bloom.
They are messengers of the gods
I tell him, even though he is too young
for abstraction in Greek mythology.
The iris in our eyes
are also messengers of the gods,
the windows through which
we perceive the world in
its assorted palette of color.
And so her symbol is the rainbow
that children so delight in
before they become adults
and forget about the glory
of the blooming flower
or the hopeful message of the rainbow,
called arco iris in Spanish.