It was enough
It was enough that the rain blew white and clean on my face.
It was enough that the clouds flew black and wild across the sky.
It was enough that the sky grew grey and torn by the wind.
But that the sun should then break through and cast a rainbow to the ground, was more than I'd allowed.
Paradox
Though the leaves moved they were still. Though there were many they were few. Though the sun was weak it fell with strength. Though the leaves absorbed light, they were transparent. Though I sat on the bench apart, I was not separate.
Words and image by Phyllis King