Muddy Road

It was a hard thing to undo this knot.
The rainbow shines, but only in the thought
Of him that looks. Yet not in that alone,
For who makes rainbows by invention?
And many standing round a waterfall
See one bow each, yet not the same to all,
But each a hand's breadth further than the next.
The sun on falling waters writes the text
Which yet is in the eye or in the thought.
It was a hard thing to undo this knot.


It was a hard thing to undo this knot, by Gerard Manley Hopkins


It was a very, very, very rainy day. The kind of day where everything spills over a bit at high tide and rocks have to be swept off the road at Seawall. I spent part of it at work getting some paperwork done. When I came home there was a duck sitting in the middle of the driveway looking perfectly at home. He waddled off looking rather annoyed. When the rain finally stopped and the sky cleared somewhat I was struck by the light reflecting off the water streaming down the drive. Instead of leaving it as an image of mud, I played around for a bit to make a colorful abstract. I think I can see a duck in there. 

"And many standing round a muddy road/
See one duck each, yet not the same to all."