by Yolanda Reischer Bohanec
Do you ever wake up in a daze?
Floating like a bubble
Fractured like light pouring through a stained glass window.
Flying high above the clouds searching for solid ground.
Lost in the meandering grooves of life not knowing where to dock.
Sometimes, I wish I could catch a ride on a ray of light
and dissipate into its radiance,
being everywhere and nowhere all at once.
Sometimes, it all seems so absurd
and I find myself standing on Spanish tiles,
in a church,
on an Island,
in the middle of the Mediterranean sea
staring at broken light
spilling across the face of a rooster.
Why a rooster?
I rack my brain.
Search for answers to my questions in vain.
And then I catch myself falling,
lost in the details,
as the world spins away on its axis
and time dashes past me.
And force myself back into the moment.
And that’s when I find the answer
filed away somewhere in the cobwebs of my mind.
Why not a rooster?
After all, isn’t this all just about how we interact and change each other,
hopefully for the better?
Aren’t we just like light itself
Don’t we color each other with our very being
like the interplay of light and colors?
Staring at the rosette in the church
I hear Percy Bisshe Shelley whispering into my ear:
“Life, like a dome of many colored glass,
stains the pure white radiance of eternity.”
That’s when I remember
that we are all artists,
meant to color eternity
with our unique essence
and that the only way to live
is to live and to give of who we are.
I find myself moving from dazed to amazed
and I reach for my paint brush
and a pot of color called