To Find the Rainbow’s End
First a blindfold because everyone knows
if you chase a rainbow with your eyes
open it will run away.
Like a butterfly startled by your shadow or
a wave that flattens on the shore.
Then a good friend. One who won’t play
tricks or laugh if you fall down.
Someone who knows right from
left and can give good directions.
With your friend calling cold,
warm, hot, or not.
Guiding your stumbling steps
to the root of the rainbow.
Pull off the blindfold and
the rainbow will run.
But your friend will see it still,
see it ripple over you in a multi-hued state of grace.
The beauty of the rainbow is fleeting and vicarious,
to be enjoyed by those who rejoice
in the happiness of others.
Thank you, Tony, for the inspiration.
Wow! I’m delighted that my rambling tale has inspired you to write a poem, and a very good one it is too. You’ve done me proud! 🙂