A LITTLE ONE’S FIRST ENCOUNTER ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

Today you are full and so very bright

Little sparkles reflected on the water

Washed onto the shore by current high tide

Just me there as its sole spotter

I can feel an air flow on my arms

A cold heavy shiver takes control

Its new to me but has its charms

Only warmth from some burning coal

Present high above this beach today

I am sitting here in the clammy sand

You once again decided to have it your way

Making this tiny pieces stick to my hand

Its dark everywhere so late at night

Small creatures finding their ways

Your magic always feels exactly right

Exactly described in numerous essays

Mystic light high up in the sky

You are there, over and over again

In the spotlight, that is why

When the time is right, that is when

You want me to focus, watch you, and only you

I am not alone here, its us that enjoys

We talk and laugh, that is what people do

Not able to break your spell with our noise

So far yet you are so close you are to me

As if I can pluck you right out of the sky

I like to, trust me I tried, didn’t you see

I feel attracted to your magic, that is why

Completely quiet, silence all evening long

Except for what is washed ashore

As if they know its here where they belong

They are everywhere but you want me to ignore

And then sometimes you try to hide

Not much to go for but some fluffy cloud

Those beams of light make the night exactly right

And I understand you, which makes me proud

We eat away the melted marshmallows

A bit burned by the wild moving flames

Dancing like the movement of sounding cellos

The adults around me making no claims

A dot moves along crossing you in its spaceflight

Traveling to its destined path in ideal alignment

High up in the sky like a running knight

Your face shines light, and shows some excitement

Smiling or sad, who knows how you feel

To me you are a magnificent sight

A drawing in the sky, it looks surreal

Only to vanish again at breaking daylight

But its good to have you near

I’d hope to see you again tomorrow

I’ll be waiting for you to appear

You turn darkness into an inspiring fresco

But I am only 8, and my holiday has come to an end

We will see each other again soon, my mystic friend

Monique Lucy Weberink

2011