They can be seen by other eyes than mine–
but rainbows are mono-directional:
they disappear if you will face the sun.
If you move toward a rainbow you will fail
to ever reach it: always up ahead,
elusive, magical–the circle seen
only above the earth. Sometimes instead
of one, two bows appear, and in between
a darker band in contrast to the light
below the palette of diversity.
Beyond prediction, measurement or fact,
a rainbow’s truth will live inside the eye.
– Verse and photography by Steve Shoemaker on the
plain behind his prairie home in Urbana, IL.