Is it the girl in me?
Perhaps an innate ability to be
drawn to the light?
Whatever it is.
My kids
sure find it funny when I pause…
for a moment I’m lost in the changing glitter sequins
of this toy at the grocery. They giggle and moan, but
are stuck here, too. What does the fascination hold?
—
All that glitters makes me pause.
Grateful in my heart.
For that sparkling snow.
Transfixed me.
Wondrous it can be.
—
Rain falls. Steady rhythm to the ground.
Slowing some as the sun pokes out.
Drops dance in the wind. Glittering.
Dishes, you will have to wait as I am
transfixed. Lost to the moment
as the rainbows emerge.
—
Is that a sparkle?
A twinkle?
I see in your eye.
As you erupt in laughter
over something not quite right.
It really is funny. A mishap
to delight.
