LIFE BRIGHT

The patterns appear on my
living room floor, intricate
rainbows of sunbeams
​​​​​​I dare them to vanish...to
perform that old bore,
to be here... to be gone...
through that secret old door
But they stay and they play
and they dance upon day and
my eyes are fair dazzled by
atoms, life bright...still, my
old anxious brain will not
marry the moment,
obsessed as I am with the
mystery's of gone
I refuse to be duped by the
beauty of colour
Knowing it too will just cease
Before long

M P 10/7/21