The Dance of Light and Shadow
Releasing my grip and falling back into the flow
I see the black cat curled in the dappled shade.
flickering across the hedge,
breathing life into everything it touches.
The Sweet rocket swaying, scents the air.
Branches bend and bow,
bouncing waves of light around,
animating the surface of the world in which I’m swimming.
Bubbles rise through the water in my glass,
the world wobbles in refraction,
It is the wood pigeon who calls me back.