Under the Rainbow House


Rainbow over Waimate, from White Horse Lookout (New Zealand)

“Rainbow House,” she calls it,
my rainbow friend,
All colors,
water reflecting back the sun.

All promises of treasure,
But if you follow to the end,
even the color disappears.
Hold too tightly
          and you hold only air.

She teaches me patience
          and trust.
Patience to wait,
to know that the rainbow
always returns
          and always
                    in its own time.

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