This fragile sculpture made of glass
Trying to hold in my hands
Sometimes sharp though beautiful
So close no one else understands
Afraid to let the pieces drop
Who knows what happens when it lands
Turning it round and round to look
It changes shape before my eyes
The light comes in – so different now
Intense emotions fall and rise
I can’t tell when I’m touching real
What is this object’s shape or size
I’m told to shelter, watch it grow
Just focus on what’s here today
But it feels out of my control
So hot it’s hard for me to stay
That heat is molding, fusing bonds
Look through the glass to see the way
