Reunion

(Upon viewing an installation of Frank Lloyd Wright's windows)

They migrate from all directions
flying in perfect Wright formation,
these bits of camed glass,

flying parallelograms,
tiny jewels of amber
citrine topaz amethyst

soar up and spread like wings
of some ghostly,
glittering flock of geese

like oceans or trees or sky
colors deepen and transform
his luminous spaces

bubbles frozen into each piece
like breath captured
held in awe forever

brushstrokes like feathers
or waving prairie grasses,
each iridized section

its own sunset
or starlight flickering
against the night sky

the windows,
some sold, lost, broken
separated like children

unable to be cared for,
abandoned like jewels gathered
again in mystical open flight

through Wright's universe.
The walls here torn away,
light the only border.