3 Poems from Real Glass Things

The Glass Bear We’re going on a bear hunt. We’re going to catch a big bear. I’m not scared. No I’m not. The bear is made of glass. I see through its growl to no bear. We break it. We cut ourselves on our courage. The Glass Vignette One day, with a bucket of sand given to him by his ancestors a man tried to invent glass but instead found time slipping through his fingers like clear water, the grains of sand falling far enough apart to see through. And through them, as if he could not make mistakes, as if they were rain on the other side of a window, he saw the sandpiling winds and knew that time would build its own edifice, first dune, then stone, then glass, and that what was built would defy his ignorance to stand and fall in its own time. This vision is how the sand in his hands performed first a somersault, then cartwheels, then dressed itself in his vision and became transparent. When asked of the glistening pane he held, its use and its genesis, he would simply say: The dreambeasts are hard to tame, hard to make wild. The Glass Jumping Spider This little spider can jump without shattering. If I step on it I feel the sharp pain in my brain, in my beautiful spinning chandelier of thoughts.