A baby stares as a ray of light plays across the wall.
She sees the patterns change with the ever moving light.
It's not the things from outside that she sees at all.
Life's infinite shadows are fading in and out of sight.
Like colors formed by a kaleidoscope the image blends.
There's no predictable pattern for her to see.
If only life could be viewed from the safety of a lens.
A shelter from the elements, our false security.
Chaos rules the wall, a gushing cloud bathes the window.
Images fade as sunlight is obscured, impatient she is waiting.
As the lone cloud passes an intense glow fills the room.
The images of life are restored, sharper, but forever changing.