Stained Glass

Small windows

Looking outward

Show me a sequined sky

Rubies shine in my glass of wine

Dusk breezes

On oiled water

Paint a pointillist facade

It's ceaselessly shifting world --

Like today I'm far away

I see your face behind each time-blurred pane

Strings vibrate

Music leaps out

In a shimmering intrigue

Words unsaid whirl away like dust

From the sidewalk-sweeper's broom

Across a fold in space you touch my hand