We refract - a poem

We are all made of glass;

we refract, we glisten, we glitter.

Opaque, we let the light in, we turn the light

into the colour of stained glass reverence,

we break, we splinter and we cut,

If dropped, we either bounce or explode into a million shards,

we are formed in fire, moulded by air,

moulded and twisted into shape, placed on shelves to be admired

or left alone in the dust

to be recycled at some later date..