Isolation Diaries Two. Shattered Glass;
Finding glass shards everywhere in the rocky hills.
Pathways of shattered glass.
Decades of aching hearts
Thrown bottles
Shattered
And gleaming in the evening light
As I dream
Day dream
About what we could make with the glass?
Can we grind it down and make sand?
Can we melt it into something beautiful?
Can we use pressure and make energy to fuel our children future?
Maybe we could make programs for volunteers
to come collect
the glass
from bottles
they might have
themselves
thrown.