A glorious, sudden thing has thrust itself

into my daily sense. My antennae

wave about her new being, my captured eye

askance; she has become an angel, elf

or some symphony. Her voice is music,

gives mine the sound of banging garbage lids.

Old or new? Heard before I never did !

Quickly I must change, the glad sound mimic

Was I deaf and blind? Was it always there?

Did change occur in me? Recognition

of what she always was? Sin of omission?

Then comes a glimpse of sunlight in her hair!

The learning curve’s so late, no time to spend!

She’s shot ahead, towards the rainbow’s end!