poeming at midnight after a dazzling day at ren faire


I adorn myself in the dazzling light of this, yes this, moment. 
Whether the sun is shinning or the clouds have just opened up. 
I wrap myself in the knowledge that this is it, this fractal oneness. 
Whether the ground feels solid underfoot or I am high in the air, flying. 
I delight in the way my eyes sparkle, or seethe, or shine, or weep. 
Whether I'm crying for joy or ululating for the deepest grief of the world. 
I carry within me all these treasures, seeds of pain and love. 
Whether they take root or wither and die, whether I win or loose.
I adorn myself in the dazzling light of this, yes, yes, yes, moment.