Jagged Water
I live upon a shard of glass
deeply set in a morass
once a year the sun does shine
and I reflect what isn't mine
Then you come and touch my face
and tell me there’s a different place
you promise me it’s really there
and actually, it’s not that rare
and from the surface of my glass
sprouts an awkward piece of grass
I protest stay my ancient place
dictator I and mighty safe
and don't forget my yearly shine
reflecting things that aren't mine
You boast of beauty cloud and lake
people pair for floatings sake
people floating I do sigh?
quiet now, and wait to die
I do cling to my morass
my family of reflective glass
but as they fall they chip me sore
eventually I’ll be no more
All at once I see the water
there without a sign of slaughter
a person floating on a cloud
speaking loud and looking proud
then a tidal wave appears
I’m suddenly all eyes and ears
I clench my jagged glass with might
but only see an awesome sight
the clouds unite with little fright
I only dream of lakes that night
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