AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW IS—GOD!
RAINBOW OF TIME
Where does it go?
Ticking away constantly–to and fro.
Like scissoring dolphins
Leaping from slick seconds into years
Time–Like an old rocking chair
Going back and forth and back
Loudly tick ticking at every turn.
Time–Finally running out
When will I say at Rainbow's end
When I meet my Creator face to face?
2012 by Douglas Raymond Rose
Member Academy of American Poets