Have You Seen Me?
Have you seen a prism?
That bit of crystal through light along the walls
all those different colors, all the different sizes
always moving, always changing
Have you seen the wind?
Moving along, quietly, until it’s not
and when it’s not, it’s evil, it’s unwelcome
but sometimes, it is
Have you watched the sky?
Always there, above, blue, or black, or red or orange
sometimes clear, sometimes full of clouds
sometimes completely hidden from view
Have you known me?
For I am as changing as the light
as welcomed as the wind,
as constant as the sky.
But I am only me.