Prisms

and then
sheets of glass fell swiftly
onto
concrete

sheets of linen
swayed gently
in the summer
breeze

often
i am taken back to a time
when the leaves fell from the trees
and
i didn’t know
the taste of
bittersweet

seeing
clearly through wide eyes
as if for the first time
like a floating soul
above the constraints of time
transcending
my body

and now
windows
left open
and the musty cabin
is filled
with a freshness
it has never known
before

the summer rain fell
and the fine dishes
gathered dust
and the
mirror rusted
and the
ivy grew
outside

the vision
the broken glass
still on the ground
refracts the sunlight
and makes colorful prisms
dance
where there once was
nothing