Pacific Rainbows (written by brian “sparky” o’rourke - humanities finest)
It’s the two people that see dolphins swimming together on a foggy day between monoliths stranded in the wading waters. They see rainbows forming perfect doorways to sandy beaches between rock wall ladders. Peering eyes detect nothing but previously conceived ideas and unwanted possibility, even in its purest form. Redwood branches hang the soul and lift the mind to salvatory grace with souls reborn, though not as altruistic.
It’s the backwards analogy that still makes sense. Double dots can form lines parallel or perpendicular, though they can also box us in. That forgotten phone call makes lips tremble in despair, flailing in rougher seas whose troughs are deeper than white crests can crash. Sand fleas even wonder whose hands have dug them to their diving boards.
It’s the dead branch that makes the living ones more exciting, more vibrant and alive. They make the dependent toe move on its own amongst seemingly dominant twigs. And they wear make-up and wigs to keep it movin.’ They say the lies are done, but thats a lie as liars lay. That’s the truth the liars say, but in truth we want and play.
And it’s the dusk and dawn belief that lets us go to sleep. To close our eyes and dream of what may come to be, for forlorn be forgotten, and to become is yet to see. It’s what I think is me versus their “who I should be” decree. Love is locked and purposed; Earth will set me free.
There is a rainbow over damp log and dolphins!
