Chasing (And Catching) The Rainbow Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Not too many people believe
in Utopias any more.
The last movement
occurred in the youthful,
idealistic 1960s
when fresh-faced
college kids became convinced
that we as human beings
could surely do better than this;
that King’s dream
was more than a dream
and the mountain top
was attainable.

And yet,
it seems that Utopias—
call them El Dorados, Edens,
Shangri-las, whatever—
should never go the way
of disillusionment
and loss of innocence.
As long as I can believe
that a world where
cooperation and brotherhood
is at least a possibility,
though an improbability,
then maybe, just maybe,
the morning star
will seem a tiny bit brighter
tomorrow.