Shining Star
Warner Road (6), London, SE5
The leaves on the trees are dancing in the breeze; occasionally a ray of sunshine sneaks through a fluttering gap.
Down below, a little seed bounces out of the shady darkness and into one of these glimmering rays. It becomes a beacon shimmering in the shadows and calls me to it.
It bungees back and forth. On its windswept journey to colonise new pastures/pavements it has become caught, stuck by the stickiness of a spider’s silky web.
Is this its journey’s end, or just an interlude? Will it manage to disentangle from the clutches of its elastic prison to wend its merry (flya)way once again? And if it does, will it one day find a favourable spot, and germinate into a beautiful new plant?
