Double Rainbow

Ravi Shankar

Speeding, without destination, after dark

torrents have poured & been returned

at home, the skies above mirror my mood,

windshield wipers knifing through sheets,

back roads slick with pooling, when a shard

of cloudlessness opens. Pulling over, cutting

the ignition, I unstitch myself from the humid

seat, still fuming, to greet a full spectrum

of color arcing past the treetops in lockstep

with its fainter inverse. Archer's bow, hem

of the sun god's coat, bridge between worlds,

reconciliation & pardon. They don't last.