As a child, I saw my eldest sister walk through a sliding
glass door like it wasn't there
She didn't intend to, but the glass shattered all the same
into a shower of prisms
I remember the bright bits of glass glittering in the
sunlight and the plethora of tiny bleeding cuts all over her body
They were just scratches though, she survived
It’s a moment frozen in my memory, those glittering bits
Opening doors is not much fun, it’s just too ordinary
Bursting through doors, obliterating them into little bits,
kicking them down
Asking “Door? What’s a door?”
That’s fun
Wow...what a powerful image you created, Cairn. I do feel bad for what your sister experienced, but I love how you turned that into a great reflection. Doors? What doors, indeed!!
ReplyDeleteA wrong place to be in, and an awful experience. It was some door indeed!
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