Blend (for K. W.)

Destiny is a color wheel

that spins and spins and spins.

Days—like sand— strain through our hands—

a lulling wind seems grim.

Yes, for years it might be yellow—

bright like the summer sun—

then fade a shade or slip to blue—

love’s thread a bit undone.

Then the flat--flush circle
unexpectedly takes form--
like a child-blown bubble--
three-dimensional transformed.

In the distance we spot its climb—
a clever red or green—
that takes us on a journey—
possibilities dwell unseen.

Then suddenly it takes your breath—
a startling blistful breeze
that bends and blends two separate hues—
an embellishment indeed.

Everything comes together
when the horizon draws your feet.
The colors arch the distant line—
your hand in mine—complete.