The light creates a
bright square on my bed
How tempting to
lay in the sun for a while

The warmth cradles my body
and my eyes shut automatically

Later, I move into my window frame
and open my eyes to read stories
that have never existed
but feel universal

My cheeks have turned red
Freckles have dotted all over my nose

In Dutch the splitting of light
is called the breaking of light

and as an unexpected rainbow
colours my ribs
I wonder if ‘breaking’ can be good
How can a rainbow be anything but good

after all?