Pieces of glass to clean up everywhere

From the ceiling to floor and over chairs

Where the skylight high up the kitchen wall

Suddenly caved in, waking me up with it all



Almost an hour I've been slaving in there

Picking up huge pieces of glass with care

Then, vacuuming off shards and splinters 

Finally wiping down cabinets with fingers



Carefully trying to protect self from nasty cuts

Which happen all too readily when one picks up

And standing on top of chair and then on counter

Got me within kissing distance of ceiling so mounted



So this title hit me and started buzzing through my brain

Making it clear to me I had to use it in order to give gain

To the idea there are other things words can be about

Other than the ones you think they are, when given clout

 

- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

12:07am Monday 1/12/98