GLASS
Demand the right to roam on the sand from which they make
your new panes. Looking through windows is certainly different when you’ve
first wobbled over the gossamer-fine whiteness of which they’re made. Yes,
that way, hesitantly, after all you don’t want, - through the glass, for all this to be
resolved. Seeing without any guessing is like kneading bread
with mittens on. And now let some grains slip through your fingers
so that you can, through this future window, let your eyes slide
into someone’s eyes with just as many fractions of expression. Ask finally
whether it may please be possible to have the old windows, to be replaced,
returned to sand, in a bucket, opaque
and so finally themselves truly
observable.