You say it shatters glass,
The way I call your name,
Two syllables hurled up the stair,
Or across the field,
Hard as stone, no preludes to soften their way.
Like flat pebbles sent skimming
On the surface of a frozen pool
I watch them hop and skitter
As they find their mark
And crack the ice
Of your inattention.
CAROLE CHRISTINA JACOBS