I think of the life I live in glass,
The glass jars of jelly and preserves
Defining the glassy mornings
Of dreams like broken glasses
Seen in the rearview mirrors,
The poetry books I've read through my reading glasses,
That face I've watched in the glass of the mirror,
Growing older and older,
While the goldfish swim around in the glass
Aquarium. The hour glass empties,
As I sip a glass of wine, and the afternoon light
Brightens the glass in the windowpanes
Again. I look through the glass
Into the glass that holds the moon
In the telescope, the glass that holds
Chips of life in the microscope.
I look through the glass
And see the broken glass glittering
On the sidewalk where an argument,
Sharp as glass pieces, scatters the light.
I think of glass bottles of beer,
Glass cases of clocks and cabinets,
Paperweights and glass crystals
Glittering in the chandeliers,
Bulletproof glass windshields,
Fiberglass insulation, the tinted glass
I sit behind with all of my sins,
The glory and the grace of the stained glass windows.