98. Al-Rashid - Lighting the way

Suggests lighting the path, diamond, signal, soul - 'My heart
eaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky' Wordsworth

Richard of York

Seemingly fleeting,
seemingly fragile.

Recipe:
bright light

and spraying water
arcing reminders

of a mystical pot
and far-flung gold.

Coloured paths on a woodland sign say

there’s a way through the woods with stepping stones;

some blue ones heading west into a darkness

or a silver trail ahead into old light

or brown ones lopping out towards my right.

Right - all is solid,

ahead – future history,

left - a big mystery.

Now, time to choose

and early this morning, I drove East

as a new crimson sun caught my eyes;

rising up - a separation from land

- up, up and away, from god knows where.

A fission bomb, like clockwork,

ancient and unerringly emerging from the dark.