The Wavelengths of Life
A poem about the lightness of being

Life comes in wavelengths, Different strips of sun, Shades of each emotion, Blinding when overdone.
Amplitudes so deafening, A starburst of pure sound. But then life can sidle up and whisper, “What meaning have you found?”
Colours to capture memories, The frequencies of us all. There is no moment not made of light, The largest and the small.
We each absorb these wavelengths, Or reflect them back to the eye. Our interference constructive, As long as we choose to try.
But to see these strips of lightness, Our lenses must be clean. So that when we gaze up at the stars, We’ll know that we too are seen.






