Crystalline

A minimalist approach to telling a poetic story - though I hesitate to use that phrase, because it draws to mind the work of Raymond Carver, who was so insanely talented any comparison would reflect negatively on me.

The glass shattered, that single second

Containing all the words the minute could hold;

And we all stood, still, refusing to see

If our kitchen could contain any more movement.

I saw your face held countless lines;

Many things were written there, stories

You might forget to remember.

So I began my years of guessing

What would never be spoken, letting

A broken glass be my heart’s poem.