right here, in front of me
light trickles through the young redwood tree,
a small ray of summer ruffles my skirt

I feel called to catch that glimmer
and be witness to its beauty
as the evening sun exposes
hidden hues of gold

if I don’t weave moments into words
who else is going to glance
underneath our feet and notice
quartz fragments and their tiny prisms of light
imprisoned in the warm concrete

Have you seen them yet?