I photograph a rainbow
Through a gray and drizzly haze;
And think: while we communicate
A thousand different ways,
The conversation we might have
Is fragmented, corrupted:
For we now never have one that’s
Not some way interrupted
And out there, past the windshield
In the aether, lives get crossed —
The rainbow goes unseen
Beyond
The intimacy
Lost
I hate it when a rainbow is unappreciated due to busyness, tiredness, traffic, rain… it’s such a personal hello and a double rainbow is a double blessing. It’s all very hard to share these days.
Love the imagery!!