Proof of Light
The carnival of the air, spot lit by a sunny window,
parades stately past my gaze.
Invisible moats are revealed
as visible stars in their own small firmament.
A brilliant red fiber tumbles through a spinning constellation
of shining specks dashing from my softest breath.
Each specific particle coasts in a choreography of currents
with an airy logic imponderable.
A minute green thread appears passing from shadow
as other floaters vanish drifting to dark.
The waltz of sun-struck dust
defines the shaft of windowed light,
which picks each fleck to prove the unseen.
Unable to restrain myself, I pound the sofa
and pandemonium galaxies explode in tiny delight.