A prism in the sky

 The time is becoming slim to make a wish.  Act now.  Act up.

Prism in the void

Carry this imagine around with you for a day. It is neither too heavy, nor too light. It turns easily honoring the four directions. Go home. Brew a pot of tea. Engage in self-conversation. Make-up petite poems with or without line breaks. Invent recipes for a forthecoming Thursday dinner. It's OK to laugh even though the world's anger is not prismatically pretty.

I tend to look

for the prism in everything. Even carrots. Yes, even words. And, of course, glass. And rain.

A prism seeing itself in the evening

Sometimes you need a title to get the gist.
Sometimes you need to see the entire recipe to get a feel for the dish.
Sometimes you need to read only one line to love a poem.