The Suncatcher’s Sonata

We’re all born to this earth, sturdy prisms

of possibility. Unaware of ourselves,

our facets unencumbered by pretense.

Then we meet people. We meet love

and want, heartache and harmony.

Each a beam of light, bending

as it encounters our edges, dispersing

truths in vivid arrays of varying hues.

Every soul a different wavelength,

allowing an alternate aspect of our identity

to be revealed. The gift of being known,

given to us in rainbows of revelations.

Little mysteries, once transparent,

now alive in splendorous technicolor.