Dancing raisins
Sid sits with his grandad
(Sid’s surely a fan)
who’s patiently rebuilding his Rubik cube
despite his disability ( he’s colour-blind)
and we two septuagenarians smile
for Sid is special, has a quirky way with words.
He tells us of a classroom experiment entitled Dancing Raisins
( something to do with gases we assume, though Sid’s not clear)
but beautiful image, twenty seven children rapt, as the raisins after a brief pause
rise, rise and begin their dance
a rumba I’d like to think.
Later Sid tells us that yesterday, when the fog was in the valley
in our house on the edge of a French hill
the clouds came into his room.
I think of marshmallows floating and opportunities for bouncing
or maybe dancing like raisins.
Small moments , two grandparents listening
Sid’s world of enchantment.
29th July 2024 Hounoux, for the visiting Headeys
