Silence is a distillate of noise.
Beneath the traffic hum and whoosh a tiny
Island of quiet is deposited
An oasis of reflection leached out
Of a symphony of power saws
The mechanical tools of human convenience.
In the universe of glass I dream
(Which is actually made of icy words)
The glass boat that floats in
A glass pool to the musical
Silence of a glass étude…
Is absolutely unheard.
Cobalt blue sea glass bottle top: photo by Swampyank, 2009
Libyan Desert Glass (impact glass found in Great Sand Sea): photo by H. Raab, 2006