The glass

You roll up your windows

Lock yourself in glass walls

Or in walls with glass holes

Or safe fences

And look out

 

You think it protects you

Insulates you

And yet gives you visibility

 

But, silently,

It is separating you

And isolating you

Isolating you into your walls

Away from the world

 

Wait not for that wave to crash the membrane

And throw you out

To make you realize

‘Looking’ is different from ‘being there’.

 

Dec 2015