Standing tip-toed on a chair,
Late afternoon sun filtering through the opening in the thick velvet curtains,
she stood poised with a feather duster.
Splashes of light-drops from a stray sunbeam fell on the chandelier,
Sending rainbow sparkles dancing across the walls.
The electromagnetic spectral dance mesmerized,
As she delicately traced the outline of each crystal,
painstakingly wiping away the dust.
It was not so much the brilliant, shimmering light that thrilled her,
but the sound that the quartz crystals made as they were gently moved.
As a babe who struggles and first succeeds at grasping the object of his desire,
Moving it toward his open mouth…
Newton’s First Law,
She found her place in the world.