Timothy
CLF member, incarcerated in NY
I was walking in the yard.
He looked like a mob enforcer β probably because he was.
Iβd seen him often, fierce and intimidating. We never spoke.
He was looking up. I turned to see a rainbow.
βYou have to search for beauty. There is none here in prison.β
βIs that a double rainbow forming?β
βYes, they are rare.β
βGorgeous.β
We watched with reverence. It faded away too soon.
βAs a kid Iβd run out after a rain to look for a rainbow.β
βDid you find many?β
βNo. Almost never. But I kept trying.β
βLooking for beauty is always worthwhile.β
We continued talking.
Sharing awe made us humble,
dissolving barriers,
allowing us to act like old friends.
It was beautiful.