Dancing raisins

 

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