A Song for Yip

What started as

A faint sliver soon

Grew into an arc

Visible in its entirety
Extending from

Front to back

Thrilling us

 Like a riddle

Taking shape

Before our eyes

A tribe in the making
In awe we stood and

Celebrated with a pact

Sealed by the rainbow on high

To find sufficiency in things

Painted and poetic

Evident here and now

Across the expanse

Of this perfectly marbled

Mauve sky

Tell me then Yip

Why oh why
Can’t I 

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This weekend we walked to the head of Weesuck Creek around sunset and saw the full arc of a rainbow take shape over the bay.  I'd never seen anything like it.  What a steady hand and eye it takes to work on that scale! I never realized that it takes time for Nature to work colors into the canvas just the same as for you and I.


This was the first segment to appear:

A few minutes later my wife pointed to the Southeast where we saw the other terminus:

And as the sky darkened the arc gradually and triumphantly emerged in full display:

On the walk back home I wrote my poem for Yip.