Just as cavemen wondered about rainbows

I find I sit and wonder over you.

I marvel at your mystifying glory,

don’t even understand the things you do.

What is it that my beloved’s made from?

What focus’s the glory in the sky?

The fleeting wonder was a joy to cavemen

too dim, like me to understand the “why”.

I can imagine all those lumpy cavemen

sitting round their camp fire in the rain.

The sun comes out and there it is - a rainbow!

And they forget their hunger and their pain.

They point and smile and laugh with one another,

they haven’t seen a rainbow in a while.

The joy, relief, the sudden recognition

that I feel every time I see you smile.