Noah Poem by Anisa Tara

I saw the seven hues
stretched out from east to west
and although I wasn't on a mountain-top
I wasn't beyond making a request

we've both had our Noahs
but only one was spared from the water
I see mine now, across the damp sky
in this prism and promise of color

I won't ask for salvation
neither from the flood or the fire
there isn't a selfless want in me
but you already know what I desire

I'd swap their places in a blink
and free the firmament of its rain
send that Noah to his watery grave
so I can feel mine once again