Watching for Rainbows

My body, hunch backed against the wind,

Rain soaked clothes clinging to weary bones,

I glance back over my path

And see a shock of color drawn

Across a grey canvas.

Rainbow-calm teases a smile from my heart.

Standing on a grassy dune,  I watch this rainbow

Embrace Shakti Cove.

Not at the pot-of-gold end of the rainbow,

Not at the oh-so-bold beginning of the rainbow,

But Shakti Cove sits firmly in the powerful, peaceful,

Center of the bow.

Shakti Cove

a space for remembering star-blanket skies

even on darkest nights.

Shakti Cove

a time for memories of Blue Bottle summers

even amidst raging storms.

Shakti Cove

the unseen center of the rainbow,

of a promise fulfilled,

a prism focusing my vision.