One night the skylight
cracked beneath a possum's
thudding weight: a triangle
of pebble glass, embedded
with wire mesh for strength,
lay in slivers on the bathroom floor;
a piercing star glanced through.
The other sections, split
haphazardly, their edges skewed,
rely on countervailing wire
inlaid to baffle gravity.
The jagged triangle of sky
this morning is intensely blue.
By Jena WoodhouseQLRS Vol. 13 No. 1 Jan 2014