Ode to Amuse

It settled like a butterfly
that took off when it caught my eye.
I almost missed it, sunk in gloom
but saw its shadow in the room.

The words diffused as colored light.
I stayed up rhyming half the night,
recapturing what got away;
and that is why I slept all day.


© Ann Work Borger. Published in Sailing into Sunset, 2007.
Writer's Digest, October, 1998.