What was left after the windup
Now calm down. And that is all
that was said. I didn't see the light
electric through dirt, through glass.
That light: glitter painted in tension.
What I saw, overdone by highlights
Re: fracted through glass and old water
Its particulate, some source of life. Like
an advertisement. Always a celebration.
The promise, and that is all that I have
of some connection, probably purchased.
Shorn thick from the elevated value
of rainbows and emotional gravity.
So I wasn't so sure. Sitting on steps
Where we'd found the house, burning
Yesterday, hot, now mostly ash
and memories. The best and the worst.