Reena Prasad writes

Glass

I grew up indifferent

to her great love of glass

Like a leech finding a plump leg,

she latched onto bowls, shakers

- glasses of every odd shape 

I am hooked now 

Plain

Glass is beautiful

Glass breaks

Glass is cool

Glass cuts

Shattered

it stays beautiful

divided up or multiplied by thought

Stained glass is

even more so

A hymn and a choir

A prayer too

Somewhere on the way

she sent me off with duct tape

and I returned

with shards of her transparent gene 

I can no longer bear being opaque

  

Time Passing By -- Gyuri Lohmuller