Rock Through a Window
it was not so much that it was pulled back
but that the release was a push
a spool of thread falling from the table
the gentle undulation of fiber through the air
that was the way you threw the rock
we both watched its journey
the graceful way it twisted through space.
the stone was weightless
the shriek of the window was painfully reproachful
the rock did not care and neither did we
for a breathless moment the rock was part of the glass
neither inside or out
then the glass exploded out like birds from a cage
glittering shards flew like deadly snow, like vengeful stars.
and the rock flew above all it as if it would never hit the ground
for a moment, we too believed the rock would sail on forever
it did not
the bitter earth grew jealous and the rock began its reluctant descent
there was a thought that the rock would destroy the earth beneath it on impact.
the rock hit the grass with a soft thump
Copyright © Laurel Moore | Year Posted 2017
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