Sun Catchers

These moments catch joy

as bubbles catch air and light

In the confluence

of attention and intention

Of expectation and surprise

Of readiness to be delighted

and whatever light refractor

floats into our sphere of interaction:

A bright, chance meeting in a crowded festival,

A long-awaited reuniting of the clan,

A perfect day, and freedom to ride into it

open, ready to be wafted to adventure,

Or this: a tent of time —

Enough of it together

for each of us to open up a secret treasure

to relish as we share it with each other

These lights may now be kept

trapped in the amber of memory

Where they can serve as talisman

against the darkness of tomorrow’s doubts

Remind us, from our cloister,

How we can go out

like bubbles in the wind

and catch the light.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 27, 2012