My daughter raises the smooth
and watches as coloured glass slivers
New worlds create themselves before her eyes.
Garnet spires flirt with sapphire
Topaz and amethyst meet in harmony,
a selenic mystery.
A melody of stars singing a tune only she
Eclectic patterns shiver and shimmer
sparking off at tangents of
tourmaline and jasper.
An image complete in itself.
I had a kaleidoscope once.
I still see oblique patterns.
Slowly my daughter turns the wheel, finds
a jewelled tapestry
to her liking, and hands the kaleidoscope
For a time I see the world she sees
and it is good.
*First published LiNQ October 1990
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