As I look at my new (charity-shop) piece of Murano Glass 

I realise that I've never truly ASKED

The Universe:

'Why do you leave NO-ONE unhurt??!!'

'What is the pur-

pose-

Of this crap-

We attract??'

'Why is it that NO-ONE escapes the tangles??-

No matter how much we WRANGLE-

Our way around issues

Subsume these conditions

And variables?

Life's not like in the fairytales-

That we tell our kids.

WE are that fateful and terrible BRIDGE

From their lack of awareness

In all its fine and beautiful rareness-

To their unfortunate awareness

Without ANY of that rareness-

So the tangles will come!!

No matter what you have done-

Or not done. 

Some we anticipate-

But some we will HATE.

They floor us-

And wilfully score us.

And no-one ever truly knows (and can NEVER KNOW)-

How many of these blows

The person opposite you on the train

Or standing in the rain,

Has de-railed (or failed to de-rail),

Or not---either way around. 

NONE of that knowledge can ever be yours, 

CLOSED tightly shut...  are those doors-

To you. 

And by you too.

You *think* you can know.... the tally of the blows

YOU have taken?

On that matter too, you are completely MISTAKEN. 

 

My beautiful glass knot-

From grave to cot-

And back again,

Ad infinitum.