Glass

glass everywhere...enough to see the you through to endless realms of self always longing for somethin’ to be different than what’s experienced... waitin’ for what? the orchard’s full apples drenched, brilliant sun lightens worms burrow for sweetness sustenance comes in myriads of form glittering off lakes of contentedness throwing sand onto the shore, scrapping boots of the soul...pools of clarity seen when blinders are built into this game? weights sewn in hem of my skirt takes me farther than I have been... sinking into the unknown of all that is reductionism of self down down down I go...