There is a 'before' and an 'after' 
 that we forget about 'during' -- 
 but every calendar carries colors that change, 
 not with the seasons or weeks,  
 or even days, or hours, 
 but with moments -- 

And we cannot find a 'why', 
 we just know the 'when', 
 and we reach for something 
 invisible, and beyond, and within, 
 and we reach uselessly, uselessly 
 into the multicolored dawn -- 
 beautiful, and indifferent.

Because life happens, and then
 suddenly, it doesn't: