i was chasing rainbows across two counties today.
first out in Farmers, then comin’ down Christy Creek and around the ridge.
driving between rural route raindrops,
the kind that leave the blacktop breathing steam.
i was sure i’d catch up with one
when the sky busted open just as i topped Merdie Waddell hill,
where the light likes to play in amongst the broom sage,
but i just missed the right light and followed a black cloud along the curves
smelling the rain and feeling gracious the garden got good and wet.
taters are more tangible than rainbows.