The Glass Jar
I did not suspect the glass jar,
as it pulled a pirouette through its shiny shell
and shattered at our feet.
the fracturing sound encompassed a death,
as the shards screamed and tinkled in a
symphony of surrender.
absorbed a prism of light and danced
wildly, until completely still; beautifully
arranged in a pattern resembling a
butterfly’s wing held up to the
we watched them fall like flakes around us,
clamoring, climbing, resounding…
and I said to you with sweet sobriety,
“When I go, I too will make such a sound.”