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.
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.
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.
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,
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.