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.