the kaleidoscope turns
in patterns and colors
a swirl of blend
continually tossed
by each turn of the hand

within the tube are
prisms of light
easily colored
by the direction
it's pointed

and what was a star
becomes a flower
a shape disappears and
becomes a pattern
then shifts again
into the blend

beautiful glimpses
that tumble around
each small piece
a part of the whole

pieces of stardust
pockets of glitter
you know with each turn
nothing much matters

just that you turned
and looked at the colors
admired its moment
and swirled in the blend