Spring

Entranced and infected by the light

Scattered across the water

Like a handful of bird feed,

Dancing mid air- mid throw.

Little specs and sparks catching

And flattening, to and fro on the waves.

Sparkling like glitter on a fluid trampoline,

The wind bouncing and youthful

In the springtime sun.

-Oh, to see beneath the surface

Of such a party,

To scrape away the romanticism

And live for a day not in denial

But in confident stride.

To be happy in these shoes

And not peeling at the seams,

Like worn rubber trims or the bark

Of a wilting dead tree

Lying in the springtime sun.