The Illusions Of Glass As It Shatters

the illusions of glass as it shatters:

will it be birds now, angels?

transparencies of God?

will it fall to earth, from a second story window

depending on several things.

none of them real.

the cat upsetting the coloured bottles;
the pink glass figurines leaning out too far...
struck with a longing for Paris, stars.

or can it feel: a heart, my heart has scattered, where?.

whose? says the child

picking up fragments from the sidewalk,

are these diamondsandrubies?

mary angela douglas 8 may 2015;16 march 2016