A shaft of sunlight enters the room. It illuminates a sea of dust like plankton, swimming in the air, glistening. I wish it was glitter.

How can all that stuff be in the air? What am I breathing in? What unknown influence surrounds me? If I am only seeing one tiny shaft of light, how much more is invisible?

Polluted air.

For a moment I can see – but it is disturbing. I don’t want to see! I want to shut out the light, make it all invisible; live on unknowing and untroubled.

Yet the sun shines on this moving mass and it does glitter. Against a background of black are these moving, sparkling stars of the universe. That thought makes them fascinating, beautiful and un-countable; a perfect night sky – from a shaft of sunlight.

Beauty for ashes.

Pat