I sit surrounded by glass and rain
ruined but for glass and rain
hoping for something warm and visionary to emerge
and settle on the splinters of a monumental clarity
knowing how to touch and heal them

a world built on past decisions
on the stuff of wanting
on principle and disorder
at once my own and all that there can be
breaking over the rocky edge of time
speaking wanting comprehending

one telling silence shades the meaning of all else
hammers out a problematic melody
against the glass and rain
and sits swirling in the inauthentic warmth
of the cup that shares this wondering with me