The curtains hanging in front of my window
are held in place by clips and hair accessories.
One is a soft purple with a dreamy look,
the other is a sunny yellow with repeated prints of
silent stationary puppies.
During the day, the yellow curtain is translucent.
I can usually see golden rays shining brilliantly, even fiercely.
During the night, the purple curtain
is drawn taut like a stretched web,
ready for the moon to filter its beams.
The light of the moon then gently trickles in.
From my bed, I can see everything.
Patches of moonshine dance
on the surface of the purple tautness
and they grow and shrink.
It’s a magical sight and
soon I drift into sleep.
See? even the most ordinary things have a special side.