So Much To See

Some days it’s splintered glass,
Fractured pieces.
Saucepans boil dry
Curtains catch on the rail,
They won’t open from damp.
Pins of rain spark from nowhere
And you find yourself misplacing,
Or misplaced.
But then other days,
You’re awake and breathing,
For your soul’s barely born,
It’s not yet weary from the world,
There’s so much to see
And so much to be,
So the glass gets swept away
The windows let in light,
You’re wide-eyed from outside
Face with a honeycomb glow,
You’re not lost but found,
And there’s so much to see
That the dark disappears.