A Poem about Light...

The ripples on the water reflect light,
shatter it into shards of heaven,
undulating liquid hills and valleys.

The leaves of trees become transparent within light,
they absorb light and transform it into something life giving,
life renewing.

The dandelions open with a start when light shines upon them,
they respond instantly.
Before releasing their own food for the bees and the butterflies, the soft breeze and the children of another Summer.

Yet concrete absorbs light,
Deflects, rejects, instead of reflects.
Breeze Blocks are porous,
they eat light, turn it into tiny fibres,
Light does not echo, It can only rebound from the dead end irony of a city street, like a soggy football sucker-punching a wall.
And slide aimlessly like a tear stain on a child's cheek, down the beaten steel of high rise windows.

Light has many mansions, each with a colour of it's own.

Am I leaf dancing in the breeze recycling sun and rain in equal measures? The dandelion's, childish hands, attracting butterflies and bees? A glimmer on the wave, signaling to the shore with Morse code?
Saying, " let go, let go, let go.
The only way I can live is to breathe."...

..."Let the light give birth to me."