Thick Glass

To want to know
everything
but knowing
that what is known
is just a sliver
above nothing
makes for an imposed
circuit of shame.

In the shower
this morning my
eyes were open,
my mind was alert,
and a general
appreciation
for humanity
resulted from my
decent sleep amount.
Prime qualities
for a rosy day.

But also greeting
me in that stall
was the haze of
the skylight,
thick glass bounding
me inside, dreamy
air and haunting
angles of that
upward and sick
other world stretching--
then awash meant
more of a dense
splash than a
purple paddle.