TO THE UNKNOWN GOD

You shine in the skin
of bulls, in the girl's
ankles, in the
vague waves of water of
the meadow's stream,
and you shine
in ash, in whitewashed
walls.
You shine in darkness.

What god are you? Or perhaps
you are a goddess? Or neither?
I want to see
your deep eyes or your tall
breasts, but my eyes,
in which you shine the most,
prevent me from taking you by surprise.