Stained Glass       

By Harvey Aberin

 

Often I dream of the sound of water

its dreams dashed against concrete

blood spilling, landscape painting

 

Often I think of plants who always seem

to know where water hides

Predator tasting fear in soil

Roots reaching out, bursting through pipelines

 

Often I hear the cries of highways

against the cloudless sky

begging to go back to the forests

where even the bright dividing strip will be hidden

Blanket of grass, comfort in color

 

Often I shut my eyes

when sunlight hits the window just right,

at the corner where the rail separates the glass,

where the breeze sneaks through,

I see a lightshow, radiance encased in crystal,

streaking across the pane,

violent, vibrant violet, like stained glass

I pull the shutters down

and dream of water again

 

Harvey’s Bio: 

Harvey is studying English with a minor in Creative Writing. He was born in Manila, Philippines, but now lives in Iselin, New Jersey. Harvey is from a bilingual household, conversing in both his native Tagalog and English at home and with friends.