Rainbows

This fine blue day,
we stood knee deep in water.
Hitting the surface with sticks,
trying to make a rainbow.

The rainbow came!
And our joy, and the lights, and the blue,
were for one timeless moment
all the same thing.

This was no earthquake.
Just a gentle flame.
A starting or ignoring,
as we headed back to the village.
And seeing or not seeing,
what had always been in front of us.