Shattered Glass

                            Shattered glass

                            a thousand images starring at me

                                                        -- Peter McMillen

Shattered glass

            a thousand images starring at me

as though I am alone

the only one they see.

                        My dreams large stones of still life.

At night they watch me,

question

                        who,

                        what I am.

Laughter loud in darkness,

(eyes see into the bright white of night)

                        becoming once more

soft light to see by,

walking hand out

                                    slow,

stumbling over hard floors,

aged face

before adored

            as a smile

                                    once seen at sunset.