The crack in the glass started in summer.
The floral shape on impact
From object flung unknowing
Sprouted a stem that grew
Beanstalk-like overnight
Curiosity kept a watch
From left to right
Weeks of lunar cycles and holidays
The someday fix faintly being scheduled
On the other side of the far right end
To this story
The reach of impact
The length of brokenness

Until the excuses were gone
The questions answered
No longer mattered or held weight
The glass
In a day
Was fixed
Viewing clarity,
Sunbreaking clouds and wide possiblity

This was the answer,
Not the impact
Not brokenness
The light, undistorted.
Always ahead and present.