I broke a glass today as I was unloading the dishwasher. I have no idea how I did it, how it happened; but, all of a sudden it just fell. It was almost as if there was no gravity, no motivation to keep it wherever it came from (and that I'm not even sure of). The sound was beautiful. More beautiful than I expected. It's like the chaos and peices everywhere were almost right where they were supposed to be. And, it's almost as if I didn't want to pick them up. The glass was too far gone to save, but if it hadn't been, I wouldn't have put it back together. Even if I should have. Maybe it was just too easy to leave them where they were. Or maybe there was some beauty in that shattered darkness. Maybe it's easier that way. The glass wasn't sharp like I thought it would be. A few peices were lost under the cabinets. I couldn't find them. I really have no idea how it fell, but it did. It happened so fast that I couldn't think; I couldn't catch it.
I just can't find any good reason as to why it fell. There really wasn't anything pushing it. It was a strong glass. But, it just fell so easily. So nicely. Almost too nicely. It was weaker than I expected. And it almost seemed easier to leave the peices there than to pick them back up again. It was a change the glass needed; and nothing could stop it. It's like it wanted to fall and lie in peices.
~Sarah
