Ooh-ooh-ooh

As I entered the Natatorium late Monday afternoon, 

I was caught up in fantasies; some people chatter on their phones 

as they walk along, I make up

stories, trying to visualize what sort of reception 

my little photo exhibit will have 

when it goes up a couple months from now,

or whether a man I like will ever get around 

to acknowledging my presence. 

Yadda-yadda-yadda.

Then magic happens as I walk through 

the parking garage entrance to the pool.

The late afternoon sun peeks through the slats 

of the garage, casting a pattern of stripes 

on the pavement that are, in turn, reflected back 

onto the concrete by the glass entry-way. 
Fantasies are forgotten while I try to record 
the magic of light. My world is small but, 

from time to time, it offers 

joyful treats such as these.