Day Nine and suddenly I find eight vacant chairs, each begging, inviting and urging me to be a guest. Sit and think, so the chairs are intimating, much to look at from this point of view, try one try all, and see the sites from our vantage. First, I took a photo from my vantage, and realized that right in front my eyes, was a rainbow. Now I wondered, what happens when a person touches the colors of a rainbow, do they fade into one another, remain solid, or suddenly become uniquely yours, all full of you own DNA. I meandered over to the waiting chairs, each aligned with a precise inventory of give me your tired and your poor, all set in a rhythm looking like the tooth line of a colorful gnome.
This day had the clouds in a gloomy parade of dark to darker, thick to thickest. This day let the sun peek through some clouds made of Swiss Cheese, only to smother the yellow orb with gray puffs of clouds looking like Panda Bears from the the Asian contentment. This day the wind was king, brushing aside the tank tops, T-shirts, chilling the shirtless, and playing games of drip drop with tiny tinsels of raindrops zoned in with sonar to only fall on your head. This day was pure East Coast, a hint of September, the smugness of August, and the sincere aroma of freshly grown April. But this day also included a secret, rainbows to be found, but only when you actually stopped all you were doing and thought and looked and finally found them.
Eight chairs in a row, a rainbow hanging like a miniature spider web, lush in its silky hues, and if you look close enough you might ask the question, did the camera soak up the reflection from the sun…OR the tiny orbs floating within the rainbow, are they Provincetown Spirits…Day Nine
