2. Crack

2. Crack

A Poem by Shalva Kikalishvili

There is a crack on my windshield
Just above the steering wheel.
Every time I look at it. Mostly in the mornings
And it divides view into two parts.
I wonder �" what the world looks like through that crack.
As it is very tight crack my eyes cannot squeeze in.
I also wonder what others see from the outside.
My reflection?
Am I also divided into two like them?
Interesting.
I know some day that crack will open wide
And I will be able to see the world.
But will they see me back?
Interesting.

© 2021 Shalva Kikalishvili


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Added on June 11, 2021
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