I remember the drive when the shimmer-shine
reflected from the pond nearly blinded me,
but those perpetually moving waver-lights on the
ceiling of the car demanded the birth of not one
but many works of poetry.
Sometimes my muse dances on water.
written for dVerse Quadrille #6. The word for today is “shimmer”. True story: my sonnet cycle Water was inspired by the dancing of light on a pond that was attempting to blind me as I drove.