What hangs from my eyes as

I look down?

A crystal pendulum spinning

 in the sunlights rays.

Maybe it spins in fear of something new

being on the other side of it by the time

it gets back around.

A different environment.

Nothing special,

just  a brilliant green color

shattered among the hazel

tinted fragments pieced together

the day I was born.

As if a child were unhappy with his finished

puzzle, too perfect for his life

it did not fit so he changed it

into the spaced out depths of  my

green pendulums, swinging.