The Rainbow at night
The long stretch of highway 5. As if someone took a 250 mile ruler and drew a line on earth. Two suns, one above and one in the river by which are footsteps of cars.The tears that bring tears. The silent smiles and witty winks. Girls in the mall proud to show, men with questions invoking strength.
Steam pouring out of a cup of tea in the balcony after the dawn prayer. The train hurrying to a halt and the aeroplane waiting still, pasted in the sky wheels down and spirits up.
The dim green light bouncing off the love's cheek. Droplets on grass afraid of feet. Arnold's muscles and Stallone's guns. Sister's handwriting, father's gait.
David asked me again if they were all going to be as beautiful as I had described to him. I nodded. He pulled my shirt and leaned closer . I told him yes. "Yes, these are beautiful."
He smiled from ear to ear.
And said his prayer.
That one day God will grant him the blessing of seeing that man has taken for granted.
Naim.
November 9, 2009.
posted by Chicken 65 @ 11:07 AM
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