After today's storm
A rainbow and a palm tree reflected in a puddle in the supermarket parking lot caught my eye, pulling it up from some dismal internal consultation to the sky arched over my head. A double rainbow to the south east, all open ground out there once you drive five minutes, so it's rainbow chasing time.As soon as I clear the houses and hit open ground there is a field and there, in the far left corner, is the end of the rainbow touching down upon the grass. The grass is sodden, knee high and burdened with water from the storm and the mud squirms beneath my bare feet as I hop, skip, jump my way across the field hoping that all centipedes and other stingered things are snugged in burrows far from the water and my unprotected feet. I can walk on rocks and glass, have stepped on thumbtacks and not noticed till I hear the click like taps beneath my feet, all legacies of Martha Graham and years of barefoot walking, but I am not proof to things that sting and bite unwary flesh.
The rainbow moves, of course, It always does, I have never caught one; but when I reach the spot I marked as the end I stop and stretch up high because I know to anyone else I am standing in the middle of the end of the rainbow. It's all a matter of perspective.
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