The light, the light.

Always the light
playing games
its inherent nature playful.
Like a toddler with a huge grin
winking at us puny humans
having a right laugh
at our expense
our faces lined with worry
as we go about our days
until we look up
to see the show.

Is it a trick of light
or the eye
who knows?
Does it matter
whether
it is the moon
or the sun?
One celestial body
or the other
does the job,
resplendent
shedding light
on our mortal paths
allowing us to be immortal
in that moment.

I’m alive

Eat your heart out
tempestuous fate
for I plan on
living my life
to the fullest
in spite of the curve balls
you so like to throw
to catch me unawares.
I will stumble
and bend
but won’t break.
Scurry along
and
leave me
in my
imperfect glory.
I have got
a life
to live.