Remaining

a bar of sunlight,
brilliant tossed,
just so, upon my table laid,
gleaming through a shard of glass
i found on the beach,
green, as green as the irridescent
carapace of the summer beetle,
i stare, then wait,
to sink into that green and
then emerge as a beam of pure color
hurled in prismatic power
into the universe to travel forever.

2001