by Mary E. Lowd
She is the coherence
At the heart
Of the fractured light
In every kaleidoscope
Always dancing
Nimbly stepping
Just out of view
Too shy to wait
And let unfamiliar eyes
Sate their appetite
For colorful light
Patterns as random & predetermined
As fate
We are always too late
But she leaves traces behind
Glimpses for us to find
And always chase her