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?
The spark defies definition and words.
Call it Love if you will.