kaleidoscope

better obscurity

than the scrutiny

of examining eyes

this kaleidoscope of our own

broken pieces held

up to the light

some will see beauty

some pain and waste

from the rainbow of color

and jagged edges

tumbling as we turn

to the next catastrophe

or epiphany

the mirrored hall of scattered

dreams, tattered triumphs

the spare glory days

conjured with the turn

of a hand illuminating

the bits and beads

the shards of yesterday

the loose ends

the arbitrary patterns

of bliss and blunder roll

to reflect our tunnel vision until

the fractured light shows us

the mismatched fragments

wedded and welded
by shade and color
our sharp edges salt water sanded
to a sea glass satin
visible
yet ever-changing

to those who look into this lens to find the light

Barry DeCarli

August 13, 2015*
Revised August 25, 2017 On South Street Easthampton

*On Hammond Pond, Goshen MA

©2015 Barry DeCarli