Is it the girl in me?
Perhaps an innate ability to be
drawn to the light?
Whatever it is.
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.
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?
I see in your eye.
As you erupt in laughter
over something not quite right.
It really is funny. A mishap