“glass” – jesslyn delia smith

i can will what
will come
in here

where
i’m some
how better
left
to breathe

what remains
of air,

where the
time stops, where
we’re left to know the

season
only by the light

this room is cold
and i am cold
but it is
mine, the

coldness too,

and though the perfect
light is warm

it’s some
thing better
left
to burn

these words by jesslyn delia smith were inspired by the work of Sylwia Kowalczyk