There’s a dancing
light colouring the sky,
its crayon lining
cosmetics
an eye liner
eye-grabber
beyond the
prisming rain.
It fades as the
snappers dilute it
with their
camera-phones -
the paraphernalia
of instants
and facebook boasting.
It was never
meant
to be permanent,
but now lies
captured
and repeated at
whims
on screens.
The beauty stays in
that moment -
the conversation
of eye and sky
the penetration
of light
and the intimacy
of seeing.
