Something Small

Glimmering in air,



In sunlight midair,



It scintillates in my palm and slips into my pocket,



It thumps against my thigh in my jacket’s pocket,



I travel through the urban streets,



Ah there it is,



Against all the other shops it beats,



The smell of roasting beans wafts through the air,



A shaft of sunlight gives the world an air or maddening beauty,



I swerve around the corner,



Then I come to a stop,



Someone has slept over the night here,



His eyes are tired,



Yet the same sunlight shines on his head,



He too can feel the sunlight,



My hand rummages through my pocket,



And produces a small piece of glowing sunshine,



I let it drop into his hands,



I see that he too can smile.