Langston Hughes said, “Oh, God of dust and rainbows, Help us to see that without the dust the rainbow would not be.”
The dust of youth. The dust of fear. The dust of work. The dust of friends we’ve lost. All the dust that bends the light and makes it yellow and warm. Who can stand or tolerate that unfiltered light of high noon? Best is the long, low light of beginnings and the end, the light filtered by so many tiny particles that catch the light and twist it around. The dust is the rainbow.
Saturday, November 11, 2017. 6pm, Nashville, Tennessee, USA. Rainbows.