orn
t
glass
shattered
fabr
ic
Brent Rydin /
the sky like a roof on the world
backlit battered salt-worn seaglass
just translucent enough to glow
the sky like a blanket
you’re hiding under
the sky
like a god on the sidewalk
in vagrant’s rags
thunder’s father
seagulls on his shoulders
tears the blanket
from his back
tears the roof
from the world
breaks the glass of the
night
tears it all in
half and
you hear each fibre
fray and split and
you hear that seaglass
crack
and under the beaten surface
you can hear it shine clear
the light on the other side of the sky
floods
torn glass shattered fabric then
blackness and
snow thick
like seagull feathers