A Rainbow

   

I followed a rainbow today,

and it led me to you,

to a blanket on the ground and

grass full of dew half-way up a mountain

we’d once tried to climb; you dragged me back,

and we talked about the passing of time and

what comes and goes in almost a year,

and it became so very clear to us both,

all that matters now

is this day,

and tomorrow. No more

time for you to borrow, I told you,

and I heard you agree,

and I laid flowers down for you as I talked

of all the places I had been and the things

I had noticed of late.

A hole opened up in the ground,

beside me,

where you,

and others

lay, and you bade me now,

put in yesterday, and any foolish guilt or shame,

and I did, and left the flowers

on top. I gathered my now, and with

a skip and a hop, I jumped back on the rainbow,

and went on my way;

not back

to any place, I had been before,

like lost and simple childhood

or moments of grace that had brought me this far,

but forward into smiling tomorrows,

carrying with me only the stars I cannot help

but follow, or the ones who profess they see,

something of promise that glows here and climb on the
rainbow, to follow me.