Reflected in mirrors of jeweled sidewalks, a Christmas rainbow rings this wet green city, blessing the day. This morning I heard Spring playing hide and seek under garden puddles. Tonight I sat by the ocean in the rain singing carols to ducks and waves (the great mystery is really no mystery at all). The sky was so still I felt my breath would shift the clouds. I danced the ragged edge of the winter sea with kelp in my hair – singing… What is my real name? I’ve forgotten my lines. No blame – to be a dancing clown with love in my heart. No blame – to begin again – an amoeba in the eye of God, washed to the ocean on a Christmas rain.
(Photo and poem by Clinock)