Prism

There was a sunbeam

That carried through

The outer rim of the

Window pane.

The dew on the window

Creating a prism

That broke apart

The white light

Into colours

That sparkled on

The sill of

That very window.

A gathering of reds and blues and yellows

A rainbow gathering momentum

Along the window sill

And then beyond

As the sun drifts

Across the pane of glass

And the dew begins to shrink

Heated by the brightness

Of the sunbeam

And the colours

Disappear

Into nothingness.