Sometimes I shatter;
break into pieces and scatter
across the floor.
My tiny shards reflect light
in odd patterns on the wall
and once again I am something shiny.
I remember a spark,
I remember a brilliance,
I point with awe.
We do this dance of bright things
to dung hills and back again;
excitement and despair.
The mysteries, the mundane,
the swirling galaxies along with
downbeats of defiance.
photo from here
