The Spark

Out of nothing a spark

Its light ricocheting infinitely

In the breaking waves and in the coffee foam,

In the child’s eyes and jumping legs

Spinning a pirouette in the sand – the spark.

10 years old and life is an adventure

Barefoot in the creek numbing his toes – the spark.

How heart-wrenching the seagull’s dance with the wind:

The spark as a feathered flyer dancing.

Sun on my face – the spark warming,

And gently crashing waves:

The spark exploding a crescendo in my ears.

Breathe clear and pure the air –

The spark invisible invigorating,

As deep and full as the blue above.

Whence and Why?

No answer.

The spark defies definition and words.

Call it Love if you will.

2/15/2013

 

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