Glass

Time is glass, soft like air
with the promise of sky, of you
of water without words
or sometimes all the breaking
it takes to be free, to be like a city
alone, to be new, to see forever
or to just let go because
time is like glass, and love
is a prayer, touching every stone
every branch, every river
braided together into one

— From my notebook
(for my beloved Ella)

photo credits
(where not otherwise credited)

“Prayer flags” / photograph by Paul Wong on Shutterstock