Journey

I poured a glass of wine two weeks and four days ago. The party had not begun yet but a preliminary glass seemed in order. I drank. I took the glass to the draining board and it broke, I just leant across to reach for something else and I knocked the glass and it smashed on our iron sink, a neat break yet in fact the shape of the glass was still intact. It could still hold liquid, some at least. I placed the broken receptacle in the bin a mistake that someone would soon rectify, shifting the object to our special 'glass box', the recyclers heaven, one we empty periodically to assuage our guilt for drinking so much. Today two weeks and four days later we took the 'glass box' to the bottle bank and there the broken glass emerged full of rain water with the gem of an insect floating on the surface of the liquid. Black and orange stripes a masterpiece of nature, resplendent and dazzling, floating in dank water and a broken glass. The glass was picked up and the contents thrown and washed away and yet the memory survives a small ounce of gilded creativity in the words.......