Yellow Sunshine Poem by Elia Michael

I stared at the wood on the train
I stared and intricate designs
Began to form on wood and pane
Geometric forms and straight lines

All began to move like clockwork
A system of sublime beauty
I see a runaway firework
A shooting star in its duty

It is all a kaleidoscope
A vivid living tapestry
I do not need a microscope
To closely see such artistry

I merge into the wood and pane
This bright gem-coloured world of mine
It is out of and in my brain
And is borne of yellow sunshine