#NaPoWriMo Day 8 Magic

Day 8 Magic

Not the dark sort,
Not my type!
But since I was a child
I’ve loved the light
And how it plays with water
And with glass
Casting its rainbow wonder
Through a crystal vase or raindrop,
Or a thousand little rainbow beads on grass
In early morning.
I’ve loved the stars.
Shaking out the tablecloth
On frosty nights,
I’d find myself transfixed,
Gazing – how long? –
At ever-brightening galaxies,
Delighting at a sudden meteor.
Years later,
Meeting up with an old friend,
Enjoying the warmth of easy reminiscence,
We stopped at a random moment
And looked up.
Just then
Two shooting stars
Streaked the clear August sky
And we smiled.

Una Kavanagh. April 2018