Kaleidoscope

Patterns kaleidoscope

and i wonder

how to get out.

How long it takes

to name

each of the guests

that overstayed their visit.

Pigments blurring past and present

twisting a future

that isn’t.

What’s mine

is the light through the changing leaves onto brownstone.

And a human mycelium network

that binds soil for tree stories to grow.

Like the Big Bang,

we broke.

And expanded, to be here.