Like terracotta warriors unearthed from a grave,
the boisterously bountiful forms blossomed
from behind their translucent shields of perpetual gray

Disparate fragments flew from their frames
A memory or a moment lost,
was suddenly reeled back to the fringes of her gaze,
she lunged after them like she was eating rain

What was once ephemeral was now engrained
beneath a surface of weighted glass and a woman’s sense of being

That point of catharsis never stays the same.