Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
2002
Tower of glass
Tower of glass
You sat black and still At the great piano, carved from rock. The sea of all sound surged deep below. Then under your hands a tower of glass, Harder than ice And stabbed with light, went up In jagged thinning pinnacles. One glorious point shot into the wind And snapped. A million tinkling bits Fell shattering on the rocks Until they rang and roared. Waves shocked and broke about your feet, And the spun spray Flung in the air through dazzling sunlight. Above your quiet head, The glow curve and falling beat of wings Across the shining air Threw broken shadows On the tower of glass. | |