a penchant for pervasion

today I felt light
and reflective
of everyday irritations
like those champagne glasses
from my parents wedding
decades ago
the one that smashed yesterday
when the honey fell
from the top shelf
a soundbite of a wind chime
the crinkle of paper mache
the crush of weeping autumn leaves
it fragmented minutely
and spread its delicate self out
comfortably in my kitchen
flying to all unseen corners
untouched with the dust
under my refrigerator
and behind the toaster
left to wink and shimmer
when graced by the low light
and rising sun of my east facing window
today I left the risky wreckage
on my floor and counter and sink
because today I felt delicate
like the corpse of my favorite glass
today I touched my penchant for pervasion
I want to be everywhere too