The Glass

Melted silica,
crystal heated.

I remember how it felt before—
and after—
formed, a vessel of transparency.

In fragments, gathered:
strands of land broken
by lavish waters—edging, playful—
breaking me down into sediment.

Winding paths made and dug out,
pulled apart and away,
forgetting all that would not carry.

Setting me purified,
consoling the dead
until reforged in Fire.