On seeing a rainbow in a waterfall
Falling, crystal silvery sheet,
half transparency appears solid,
partial reflected scene,distorted,
teasing. Thunderous noise too,almost
a roar, primeval yet tranquil, non
threatening, strangely sedating.
A decent from just high enough
to render a circle of deep dark pool,
turbid, boiling cold, playful.
Stoic, defiant rocks ancient,
decorated with bright green
moss sponges that gently capture
tiny glass beads of water. All seem
better for basking in waterfall spray.
And there ! Faint, yet no illusion,
stripes now emerge in the mist,
an arc of red,green and blue, multiple
shades between, a swathe of magick
revealed colour, a privileged glimpse
of conjured beauty, dispersed with a blink.