Evenings Light

Evenings Light Late afternoon, rainbow colours slither across my floor, climbs up and over my audio, my video equipment, streaks across the covers – between which family history lies and lights up the frames, the pictorial history before my eyes. Mother Nature’s breath, dances shadows of forest foliage - with Father Suns refracted rays, his rainbow children, his multi shaped Silhouettes, shadows of animated still life - all throughout, permeating my four cornered room as they sway, rock, weave, dance, crawl across my walls, walls holding onto my history, my family’s history as we look down upon me, me in games of solitaire. As am I, and wonder why ?, there is no dance of life in here, except from that which comes on light waves, floating through – reflections of forest shadows, refractions of light ( heavens rainbow children ) – my living, dining room, my prison window. ( B. J. “A ” 2 ) May 3rd 2006