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