A Sign

Brian Clark

In that place behind my eyes
it begins to rain
sheep turn red
so does grass
the church tower is orange
then it pours down yellow
as though an alchemist turned
our village into gold
people take photos
kids play aliens
little green men
and make us laugh
until we’re drenched blue
and now run scared
through indigo and violet
to shelter in the church
where they are praying
for ordinary rain
and sure enough it comes
along with sunshine
and a strange rainbow
with a chunk missing