Holly L. Thomas

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 The Glass

 

 

Which way are you—

half empty or half full?

 

An engineer might argue

there’s no question—

only a glass

twice as big as it should be.

 

To make the glass smaller

is one idea,

but have you ever known

a glass, 

once taken from the heat

and shaped,

once set aside

and cooled,

once put to any use

by any god at all,

to meekly

shrink?

 

Leave the glass alone awhile

and its implications—

 

what your answer supposedly

says of you—

 

whole personality profiles

built on the presumed challenge

of a mute wet vessel.

 

Leave it alone a day, a week,

then look again.

 

It has been quietly

emptying

itself.

 

There is so much room.

 

 

by Holly L. Thomas

© 2006