...bifröst...


the rainbow grows
out of the wood field

and in a sudden blaze
of colour throws itself

up into the sky
piercing a cloud in its ecstasy

before leaping over
the Own-na-buidhe river

and landing in the field beyond
then tying itself to the ground

before dissolving in some piano
notes running about in my head

the sky hardly able
to catch its breath

the leaves and I trembling
at what we had seen