After the storm

The optical illusion
           of the rainbow
after the storm
           where the sky
leans into the land
           and all of us so generous
in our will to believe
           that somewhere
beyond the horizon
           lies more gold than
we could ever count
           we who live and die
feeding on the air
           that fills our lungs

Let the rains fall
           they will not last
forever and light
           always rules the day
My mind sits behind
           the hollow of my eyes
and there the words
           are formed that celebrate
life’s mysterious beauty
           I count my days
just as I count my steps
           they bring me closer
to you and to all
           that I want
the time we spend together
           a small fortune

John Lyons