Cracked pane,
lightning splintering jagged
edge to edge
Not quite shards,
Plates hold
Balanced
New space created
One to many
Delicate footing
Held fast
With hope and
Sheer will
Not quite shards,
Rumbling trucks pass by
Rattle the smallest piece
Loose
A glinting shower
Of dreams
All shards now
And an empty
Pane
