Scattered Glass

 

Scattered Glass

 

Glass scattered across the road,

like rain,

glistening.

There’s been an accident.

 

Ordinarily I wouldn’t give it a second thought

I’d just think “there’s been an accident,”

but this morning I think

about those involved.

 

Hundreds will drive past

this pond of broken glass,

some will catch a reflected gleam,

some will hear a crunch,

 

but long after the glass is cleared away

someone will still hear the crunch

echoing in their memories,

and will still wince from the

reflected gleam of their vision.