Ripples in the glass

 The plain glass
 Sometimes reflects
 And at other times
 It lets you see through
 Like clear water
 You look into it
 Think about reaching out
 To a glimpse of you

 Stained and broken
 Though it may be
 It stands between you
 And the other side
 How deep is the water
 How thick is the glass
 How separate are you
 From your inside?

 When you drink it up
 You might feel
 You’ve emptied the glass
 Though the glass is still there
 Maybe you’ve filled yourself
 To the brim
 With enough of you
 And let emptiness stare