I
am made up of prisms.
Earlier as I lay in the Sunshine,
my arm over my eyes like a shield
squinting from the brightness of the sun,
I saw them.

There in the crook of my left elbow
were the prisms.
Hundreds, thousands maybe,
twinkling neon colored prisms.
Beautiful blue-green and rose
changing to yellow then orange
and back again.

Round little prisms!
I reflect.