The pot of gold

White, black, brown–and all

the colours of the rainbow

whose pot of gold lies

waiting for us at the end of

the circle of multiple light

that we all see and share.


JUSTICE is that pot that hides

in the pool of light that is one

colour and every colour.


I saw it one day while in

the car; it made me stop in

the middle of the road and sigh,

and be entranced in its beauty,

till the man in the car behind

blew his horn and sped off

with a one finger salute to

my moment of inspiration profound.


I wonder if he saw the rainbow too

and thought about that  pot of gold

that Martin Luther King saw;

and I wonder if he felt the golden

universal that we both shared.