Birthing The Rainbow

carrying heavily in bulbous expectation,

bursting anticipation with less than

radiant imminence

and always overdue,

cumbersomely so,

the estimated time, just that,

stretched

sheltered cocoon cannot sustain

this burgeoning,

infant arms around the self,

energy consumed in pleading

waddled wakefulness,

then wait,

nothing to do

but wait,

until

light calls,

labours brief necessity

inevitably

painfully

birthing the rainbow,

hues recognised

with familiar joy

 

 

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