Kaleidoscope Eye

Shift the sands of time
in the glass of I:

a Worm reads a book
in an inglenook;
winks a Lazy Wench,
scampers to her bench;

a Nun, so proper,
prays in her chapel;
basking in the glare
of Fat Lady’s hair,
a thin, trembling Bride
tends a wand’ring Child;

watching Gypsy dance,
now’s her only chance;
a Crone bides her time,
sipping some plum wine,
while Maid cleans dust gems
from our musty lens–

Which of these is true?
Which is watching YOU,

with her periscope raised high,
through our kaleidoscope eye …?