As I look at my new (charity-shop) piece of Murano Glass
I realise that I've never truly ASKED
'Why do you leave NO-ONE unhurt??!!'
'What is the pur-
Of this crap-
'Why is it that NO-ONE escapes the tangles??-
No matter how much we WRANGLE-
Our way around issues
Subsume these conditions
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-
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,