The Rainbow Maker - A Poem
© By Vijaya Sundaram
March 10th, 2013
The Rainbow Maker turns and turns
Powered by an ancient energy
Patiently, ceaselessly translating light
Into rotating prismatic shapes
That traverse the ceiling and walls.
Splitting apart and rejoining,
The light streams in, transfixes me
And I stare, immobilized.
The curious whirring of the rainbow maker
Resonates within my head, puts me in mind
Of certain chitinous insects which chirp
On twilit evenings, deafening us
With their insatiable need to be heard,
Their loud loneliness splitting the night,
They broadcast their solitude
So that someone, anyone, might tune in
And be the medium through which
Their loneliness passes, while the other
In turn, broadcasts its lonely cries
And each be diffracted into
Prismatic shades of shared
Music, joined in loneliness,
The music of breaking apart
And rejoining, as we all must,
In the end.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The End ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Second Draft. Might yet get revised. Bear with me.