Poetry / Goodbye Rainbows

(A free form piece)

I stepped outside
and let the breeze dance through my hair.

It didn’t feel right, not in the slightest way.

It wasn’t cold, it wasn’t warm, it was there but hardly so.

It was something that could not be explained, something that made me feel out of place.

Of all things, feeling out of place in this great vast world.

And as this though runs through my head it doesn’t seem so absurd to me now.

It’s like being dropped into a vast ocean
waves from a shipwreck batter against my sides
but ever so calmly.

Everything seems so still, so mundane, and yet so fast.

As if everything was shifting and moving at the speed of light,
so fast that the images stuck into place.
And yet, when I reach out to touch them,
nothing is there.

I took out my camera,
and I pressed down the button,
and I ended up with
a blurred Polaroid.

Where the hell can everyone be going
at a million years a second?

And where do they end up?

Back at the place where they started.

High up and hovering,
I imagine them high up and hovering.

Aliens buzz and and watch from their ships
at these curious people
who’s thoughts are blowing in the wind
and who’s feet are traveling a million miles ahead.

And they dip and they slink through the cities and lights
and blur into the images and disappear from sight.

The sky has turned into a noxious yellow gray now.

As if the sky had contracted some sickly disease
and would soon loose a limb.

Rain comes.

I stand outside.

Rain stops.

And I wait.

No rainbow.

When was the last time I saw a rainbow?

In a puddle of oil collected in a pothole,
a toxic swirling kaleidoscope,
just another blur,

One day I’ll grow wings
and fly away.

And one day you’ll know
you’ll know where you are.