I recognized the rainbow
in the night when you
were waiting for the sun
to rise on the dark side
of the moon.

When I was kid, the sun
would melt the pavement
on the way to school -
I saw the hot, shifting
colours on the slickened
road, remember?

And today the black pools
in the swamp said the same
thing: forbidden joy.

Morning is in the eyes of
your children and the tiny
roots are moving into the
soil.

03/01/2008