SCINTILLA

On sunny days the reflected light from the traffic races around my sitting room. I find it endlessly fascinating. It inspired this post's poem.

SCINTILLA

as the buses turn the corner

they catch the sun and bounce the light

straight into our sitting room

as the driver turns the wheel

patterns of leaves stroke the walls

move so fast and then are gone

in silence this morning

I await the next illumination

I hope I have captured what it is like to watch a unique lightshow. I blame coming to consciousness in the 60s.

Speaking of which here are the Incredible String Band.

Until next time.