Swearing at Rainbows

Swearing at Rainbows

being ineffable, overwhelming and just shy of breathtaking
I’ve kept a splendid sun in an oaken cabinet
the great yellow fiery orb, mine all sparkly and bright
I didn’t share it willingly, it was out of my control
I like to exclude others from its light
however it seeped out of its drawer
(the chest formerly a great oak tree)
occasionally ending gloom for the curious multitude
walking on a white sand beach, hot and slick, melting ice
I wished it would rain sealing the chest of drawers with clouds
and distracting streaks of lightening and sounds of thunder
and soft fucking rainbows just to confuse things
just know that I’m working on trapping the moon
in a large basket sifting away all that dust
letting it rattle around with Io and the unnamed moons of Jupiter
I am what stood on the edge of day in the shade of that old oak tree
dark and foreboding wearing a jacket of stars
lurking on the dark side of Earth
I swear without apology
mostly about the results of light penetrating prisms
felled oat trees and long hot summer days.

Judith A. Sears
©08/14/2018

Written from the POV of night. She’s color blind thus she has no appreciation for rainbows. She is also naive and has little understanding of day beyond the edge of dark.
I empathize with her feelings about felled oak trees and often swear on long hot summer days myself.
Yes I swear, get over it. jas