Walking, head dropped, staring down at my feet.
Thinking, falling down in my mind.
My greyness reflected in the sky,
A heavy black mass bearing down.
Then, from the cloud, in front of it, or part of it, or caused by it—-I couldn't tell.
A wonderful double rainbow
Clear,
Bright,
Sharply spectral,
Unhindered by the earth that holds me down,
And, like a tender and careful lover, gently embracing the horizon beneath its tender curve;
A reminder of the covenant—the regretful, bitterly hard won and eternally committing covenant.
And the momentous sight of it—as I lift my face to it, and as I lift my mind to it—accompanied by a long and joyous conversation with an old lady about her wish to enjoy the weather in San Francisco. Just thinking of it made her happy.
And somehow, strangely somehow, in the company of this happy stranger, I'm overcome with a strong need to say to you 'thank you'.
In some ways I'm puzzled by this surging need, but in truth I'm not, and I understand the birth of it, the spawning of it, the growing of it, the blossoming of it.
So, thank you, thank you my sweet lover, for brightening my life with fresh and blazing love.
