Things I Like About Glass

The charming, sensual relationship between glass and light 
and the secret they birth.

The mystery of the refraction of light through a glass prism, 
and the glint of sunlight on a broken bottle
(both hold the secrets of color and water). 

The land in my mind 
where there are bright-hot vats of molten 
glass, with sweating men with thick strong arms 
strong enough to bear the center of the sun  
dwarfish blowers of 
heavy soap bubbles that last forever 
(until I drop them).

Salivating over glass candies looking good enough to eat.

Moved to prayer by stained glass windows 
sifting sunlight closer to heaven.

A heavy ground glass discus 
Hurling stars into my eye
(please, 
get that star out of your eye 
before you go poking after the beam in mine).