The prismatic sunlight through your eyelashes
This much persists surely
The powerlines that swoop along the railroad tracks
The many varieties of threshold
In the overwhelming diversity of buildings
Each to its purpose each concealing secrets
Behind the doors made to be closed

Every barrier is an image unto itself
Every loss a compensation
Not necessarily equitable
Some doors require authorized personnel
And authorization is hard to come by
Nevertheless sunlight opens the carnival of colors
Even when you’re too distracted to notice

When I was a child I was happy to play alone
And happier still in the company of others
Either way was fine by me
There was always something to engage with
In the visual auditory or social field
And even now I’m rarely bored
Though the nameless hours fill with fear

And the faceless future fills with dread
And everywhere I look is beauty
In the colorful forms of our plastic age
Green and red and golden orange fields
And somewhere to the side
Just out of view
The vacancy threatens to intrude