7pm. Poem 17.

Kaleidoscope (a four stanza tanka)

Lemme shimmy down
get a better view from there 
or a different one
than I’ve been holding fast to
a lighter one than lately.

Lemme turn the wheel
look for fish shapes, Moons, and Suns
and pink, rough cat tongues
hanging from triangular
blue and purple kitten heads.

Lemme see through shards
of wildly vibrant glass shapes.
Let them form tall trees
and lighted backed sharp prisms
to set me back on my path.

Lemme skry my tales
of futures to remember
of plans made before
coming here to live them out,
how my new roads will wind down.