All Is Glass

How you want it to be,
How you fear it will be,
How it seems that it is—

It’s all frail. It’s all glass.
The whole stays whole; the whole
Won’t end. The parts don’t last.

If you stepped out of it,
If you could, you could see
What you watch in the night,

One sprawl of light and dark,
Black gaps, fierce bursts, bright sparks.
For what it’s worth, you are.