Questions Behind Glass

Cradled by the surging foam of wave’s brink,

Glass crawls out of the clarity

As if in fear of its own evanescence,

As evanescent and everlasting

As the ocean itself.

Spears the dampened powder, it does,

A softness shadowed with each sporadic breath of a sea,

Foaming by the mouth of incomparable genius,

A wisdom and insanity

Sustaining the very feet of this earth.

Regardless and nonetheless

And with all words of molded neglect,

Jagged bits of glass thrust themselves

Into illusive welcome, a powdered sin.

And heat’s merciless palm

Cups the lingering beads of genius

And INHALES

Until this enigma is merely

Glass in sand.

And yet, reflected within the tinted clarity,

Under grime of an hour’s homelessness

And blood of a runner’s toes,

Is the glistening hint of a lost brilliance,

Willingly sacrificed

Through fear of fate.

It is not the ocean I fear.

Nor is the glass beneath which I hide

For whom my tears are shed.

It is rather the question that surges the waves,

That is the catalyst for an ocean’s foaming lips,

That is the shadow adhesive to

All it engulfs

In its entirety:

Who are we behind the glass?

And who remain within the sea?

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for sharing...:)