Prismatic Poem by Craig Steiger

I was reading my book
Quietly in the front room
When between clouds
The sun came out
Suddenly the prism she’d hung
In the picture window
Lit up
And I found myself in a band of red
Stretched across the continent of my shirt
And up the ocean of the wall-
As it flashed
Blazing my retina
A nebula appeared behind my eyelids
Without warning
I was transported
To the HorseHead Gas Cloud
That glowed distantly
On the horizons of deep space