Coping

There is glass on the floor;

coloured: red, blue, yellow,

green shards

of broken glass.

My feet bleed. The sun shines

as if nothing has happened.

As if, the wind had not blown.

As if, the rain had not poured.

As if, the tree branch had not shattered my window

of coloured glass.

The sun shines

as if nothing has changed at all.

Only I, a fool walking on broken glass,

stand there, crying, because

everything is changed.