Day 12 – Sun Shower

Sun Shower

The sun showers down Delancey Street.
I pull my hood up and look to the sky, remember my mother’s words,
There is a rainbow somewhere, even if you can’t see it.

I am not perfect, this day is not perfect, and one sun shower is never the solution to the things I carry with me to East Ninth Street every Tuesday,
So I remember how I am a mix of things that shouldn’t go together but somehow find a home,
The sun and the rain and the sky,
The beautiful promise that the world isn’t ending under my fingertips.

The sun showers down Delancey Street and I smile in its warmth and glow.

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Week 10 – August Rainbows

August Rainbows

I should remember, 

Life is only a summer storm.

The heat and the fire and the wind come quickly,

And if one can stand the rain – 

It is cool and quiet and peace, 

On the other side. 

Day 22 – Pier 17

Small children find a puddle on the pier.

“Come, look! There’s a rainbow!” 

I look up, but clouds coat the horizon.

A small boy sits near a puddle,

And I know the rainbow he sees,

The soft colored sheen of what the cars have left behind on the sidewalk. 

I realize he has the depth of this city measured,

Better than I do,

Than my lithology and my chemistry can tell me. 

I should look through his eyes more often. 

Day 17 – Heat Storms

Heat Storms

Today is a warm day.

Clouds gather and I feel rain in my fingers.

I wonder if I need to see a rainbow,

Or if simply knowing there is a rainbow somewhere,

Is enough. 

Week 38 – Rainbows

Rainbows

It is twenty degrees on a February friday,

The windchill burns my hands.

I think that I have a choice in life,

To light a candle or curse the shadows.

Today, I look for rainbows over the river.