Insufficiency

Purple pools pale in comparison to

Purple skies silhouetting a

Blue and black mountain face

Broadside brushstroked with a

Shadow.

We only know Her through the

Smudges She sheds on a stream, a

Reflection of a

Mirror seen out of the corner of our

Eyes.

Don’t look too close,

Too long,

Or you will see the lie

She is telling.

Breath in too quick,

Blink too slowly,

And she’ll

Disappear

In the last, whispered light of

Dusk.