Sunlight in the Marrow

He opened the door like a
Puppet master would and then he
Twist, turn, changed directions in line
With me once more--

I have been trying
To hover this instant and
Then the next to move; a building tapestry

What we do and do
Relentlessly becomes a pattern--
He opened the door like a
Puppet master would and then he
Dodged for color's form--
Sunlight in the marrow--I see him hatching
Eggs in the pond reflected to come like a seed
At the bottom of an ocean

And then he said--
These colors take time to develop