Shards

There’s glass breaking in the echo chamber

But I can’t find where the shards fall

Barefoot and nimbly, I walk the floor of my life

Each footstep grows more silent

There are animals here who follow me through the dark

They call and sing but there are big trees here in which to hide

So I can’t see the patterns on their feathers or the color of their fur

The brush is so thick but the sounds don’t match

Is the something I created come to nurture me or destroy the forest?

A drum plays repetitive love notes,

While glass breaks between my toes

The sound of the animals surrounds me.