Triple Rainbow

I slipped between the colors

I am a child made of bending light

They call it a rainbow

But it is so much more than that

It is the storm's delight

When tears seemed endless, showering from above

I was a gift to bring color and love

The ways I brought were strange and bright

I was endless in energy

Yet exhausted by

My own bright light

The encircling route I twirled and followed

Constantly lengthening

Forever narrowed

It flips back upon itself

In an endless track

I may not run at a constant speed

But I will flit along it

A spectral fairy infinitely

Even a brief interlude

Won’t shade my light

Or break the mood

I reflect each color as I fly by

Emitting a tracing halo glow

Faster and faster

In a dazzling technicolor display

A triple rainbow loop-de-loop

No entrance, no exit

K.B. Silver

This month of June, there is one kind of rainbow on all of our minds, and coming so close to Autism awareness month, it reminded me there is also at least one more “rainbow,” besides those two I have always been. A person who would not be alive if not for the tragedy of my mother having a miscarriage just before my conception. My brother and I both entered the world under these circumstances. It's amusing how one of those things made me a miracle, while the other two… didn’t.