Once I dreamt
that I was a photon
travelling from the sun to the earth
and being drawn into a green leaf.
How happy I was
to be passed along
a membrane in a thylakoid
from one phospholipid to another;
a heavenly chain in a chloroplast.
The mechanism was divine.
I was ecstatic
to be part of the amazing energy capture
the splitting of carbon dioxide and water
the production of oxygen, ATP and food.
St Theresa of Avila’s visions
paled beside the stupendous significance
of my encounter with creation.
It was love of the most sublime kind.
And still I feel it when the trees
open their leaves in spring.