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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