Tangsiliu

I have stood at the rainbow’s end

with the jungle at my back. Waist-deep

in the molten, emerald sea

I embraced bullets of silver rain that

Sliced the billowing surface and bubbled, effervescing.

I have listened to the slick, glistening grass

and heard each drop of rubbery rain

glide from the surface of banana leaves and into resting pools;

the storm’s providence a bounty for creatures

that lie in wait beneath the dusty surface.

I have stood at the junction of colour

and seen the pot of gold

that lies in reach. And silently standing there my heart felt torn in two;

weeping, waiting for it all to disappear - but beating

with the primal pulse from which it came, and to which

we all return.