The windshield wipers sway
like arched angel wings
searching for extremes
I search too
like a pondering pebble
skimming rainbows of a dream
Prism pigments
overlapped like feathers
inspected for flight
I buckle my synapses
passing on
from dust into light
Behind the messenger
rests packages tucked
into their route
Behind my chest
sleeps a heart
yearning for something new
The dusty box
like scattered light
illuminating space
Lands from a distance
to my grateful hands
searching for a new taste
