Life’s  juxtaposition 
Units lacking alignment
We move in concentric circles
Following circadian rhythm
Or randomly stake position;
Do we strive to find common ground
Security in similarity
Or defined by individuality?
Free radicles are we who find our way through choice
I trace the rainbow through the rain
The drops which slip down the glass
I move through rooms like chess in play
I make my way across the board
With stealth
(Sometimes it’s luck)
I compose a thought
And find my path.

Written originally for the Ekphrastic Review

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