My ramblings....

I Keep Looking But Can't See It

There is glass like puddles scattered across the dusty floor
You tiptoe around it but can't help but catch yourself in it

A dry, slender elbow
A round hip, pulled out with the jagged curve
A silvery wisp of hair, defiantly attentive to
A perfectly shaped cheek bone
You look at each one, multiplied by a hundred, with
Anger, disapproval, blushing pride
They scatter and shift and shade as the light hides behind the clouds
As though with your judgements, your eyesight dims and rises

The ground beneath your feet, beneath the glass, is grim and faltering
Created of bones and tree trunks and hollow insects and blood
Every year the howling wind picks it all up in his reckless grasp
And irately tosses it about in the atmosphere
Some is lost from gravity's hold and loses itself forever in the dark emptiness
Some falls back across the earth, resettling across further forgotten plains and into carcasses that are deader and darker

The glass is all that is present to reflect whatever heavenly bodies should move along its surface
It has settled into small grooves in the newly settled, old dirt
Where it has been for thousands of years
All the edges of the hundreds of pieces are smoothed by the blowing wind, and have greyed
But still show vague lines from where they once parted
From where they once held another piece
From where they were bonded to the original of their being
From the piece that was once not another, but the same, of one soul and self and likeness
When they did not reflect a million different images
Or hold a dark emptiness as they sit singular
Once their heart beat was the same

Now it is all just broken glass on an earth made of others' remains
And you can't help but catch yourself in it

posted by Unknown @ 7:47 AM