A frown spreads across my face
wrinkles form between my eyebrows
as I dare to stare to into the stained glass of my mind
I can’t yet make out the images in the corners
My eyes smart
my hazel irises racing back and forth between the blazing light of windows and the black of inky chasms
I’m trying to understand the beginning
to find some logical sense to the rhythm in my bones
and the patterns of these endless colored panes
My mind is greatly adorned
but I find it stiflingly cluttered