I’m not looking for that pot of gold or the Land of Oz or even that promise of home and the fulfillment of whatever dreams are still floating inside my head and heart, wistfully evoked by Judy Garland and so many other singers over the years in song, no, not looking anymore. Or at least that’s what I thought not so long ago. But the sight of one in the sky on a morning after a long rain, well it does do something to everyone, causing smiles, sighs, that glaze over the eyes when one is transported somewhere other than where one is. And I spent a minute or two staring pensively out the window at that sky, that rainbow stretching across it in a corner of my universe, and I couldn’t help but think I’m not through journeying just yet. The years have crept up on me and slowed my ability to leave the comfort of the bed in the morning but not the aching in my heart that longs for rainbows, a few true companions, and possibly a flask or two of lubrication to help propel me down that road, whether made of yellow bricks, asphalt, clay, trodden grass, or dirt, to look for something not found where I am. Something that never seems to be found wherever it is I am. Rainbows, roads, journeys. And a voice whispering in my ear saying not done yet, old timer. Not now or ever, or at least not till you finally get to the end of some rainbow in the sky and can lay your head, close your eyes, and rest on whatever waits for you there.
Leonard Durso 
I believe I can see a double rainbow in your photo (unless my aged eyes are failing!). That’s always an extra delight.
That gives one even more to hope for. Thanks for pointing it out.
i hope you find what you are seeking…
Sometimes I think it’s the seeking that’s important , not what you find.
“My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old
Or let me die….”
Sometimes Wordsworth nails it too…..Thanks for a nice start to my day.
He nailed it quite a few times. Thanks for reminding me.
Hope… i Think we all have it…Because it is not done yet…. Has much to come Poet…. Loved it….
Thank you. I always have hope in the morning, especially after that first cup of coffee. Don’t you?
First…open the eyes and second a good and hot coffee to give me strength. I am ready to Conquer THE WORLD!!!!
I know the feeling. Never lose it.
A beautiful glimpse of your thoughts and emotions, Len. 🙂
Thanks. Rainbows have a way of doing that, I suppose.
Reblogged this on Leonard Durso and commented:
This reblog seems especially appropriate now with or without actual rainbows but always with one metaphorically hanging in the sky.
I think Eva Cassidy’s version of “Over the Rainbow” is my favorite. My heart swells to three times its normal size *every* time I hear it. Nice post. Thanks. It’s good to know I’m not alone.
I know that version, too, and I agree.
Well, you’ve done it again and struck a chord with lots of people, including me. You articulated your feelings about the magic quality of a rainbow in such a way that I yearn to see another one soon. We journey together, Old Timer!
Thanks, Michael. You want the window seat or the aisle?
The search is not over yet. Please don’t lose your wonder for tomorrow.
Leslie
Thank you, Leslie. Hope that is true for all of us.
❤
So very neatly you climb into my own head and verbalise my feelings.
Thank you. That is something every writer hopes to do.
The song that was playing in my head as I was reading this post is Rainbow Connection. Only Kermit can sing it with the right degree of poignancy and wistfulness.
I’ll have to search youtube for that one.
Such a simple thing a rainbow, and yet it always leaves me with a hopeful feeling. I love your attitude to life. It’s a lot how I think too. 🙂
Thank you. I’m glad we’re in sync.