Little eyes that take in greedily Everything on the other side.
Noses and tiny hands pressed into glass.
They want it to break, the glass.
The thing that keeps them away from the ice palace of their dreams.
Let us break it one day, they plot.
Not today, they agree.
Today we'll just sit on this side.
This side is familiar.
This side is warm.
We have our imagination anyway.
We'll imagine to be on the other side.
The children started laughing.
They were inside their brains,
Where no glass ever existed between anything.
The adults were confused on how
The children were quite content
Looking through the glass.
