Detonations

Here is a poem for my friend Anchen in response to one of her delightful paintings (see below).

Detonations

I watch light landing on water,

with Morse code rain,

produce explosions of colour.

I want to grab,

I want to touch each wavelength and

give thanks to God

for pulling apart His spectrum.

For slowing time.

For locating joy in my heart.

I watch water

burst from all parts of its surface.

I start to dance.

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