a quivering
water-drop
brimming
with rainbow flashes,
cracks sunlight,
into pure red, blue, emerald
frost melt
gathering
on a winter briar’s
translucent thorns
shivers
and drops
spider silk
catches sunlight
gleams gold-bronze,
flexes
in a ripple
of breeze
a breathing moment
dances
into being
a universe
had to conjure itself
out of nothing,
first stars
had to burn and die,
give birth to new stars,
make constellations
of fertile elements,
planets had to condense
from dust,
life had to be laboured
on anvils of gravity,
worked to summits
of delighted complexity
to make
this
small
fragile
transient
moment
of wonder
