Dreams

glass-ceiling

Dreams don’t just volatilize
They fly away far from our reach

When we only remember the vapor
A fragrance, an aroma, wisps

Of what it is to lie flat in bed
And look through a sheet of transparent

Glass on the roof – so subtle, so fine
Yet so defiant, unyielding, ruthlessly adamantine –

Knowing what sheer beauty lies
On the other side of the glass ceiling