The Light Beings

In the freshness of the forest

I like to think

there are beings of light

especially after a rain

dancing in the green scented air

some call them aberrations

of the digital age

but I think them not unlike

the perception

of fleeting flecks of light

seen against an empty sky

I marvelled at as a child

and was flatly told they were floaters on the eye

 floaters they are not

rather they speak to me still

decades later

in hushed whispers

of the mystifying mystery

of the air we breathe

and the light we see

everyday without thinking.