Calling Out

A rainbow on my shoulder as storm clouds lie ahead I stop and wonder ‘why go on’ the rain beyond my tread Halted from my wandering a stillness reappears The world to spin and trap in place surrounding me with fear My rainbow slowly dimming its pot of gold has gone And in its place a darkness comes the shadows growing long But far off in the distance the sky a new portend Calling out in vibrant hues — to walk that way again (Dreamsleep: June, 2024)