Once, at sunset, I was granted a glimpse Into another world:
Tiny fishermen had cast their lines into the evening light -
a myriad threads were floating out into the darkling air
briefly shimmering gold, and sparkling bright
among the pollen grains and thistledown
and insects swirling everywhere,
dancing altogether in a silent scintillation,
in a kind of dream of my imagination.
Seedpods from a maple tree whirled down on fairy wings,
a hidden thrush was moved and then began to sing.
Hummingbirds flashed on and off, like fireflies in the night -
another world made visible in luminous rays of light.