Off the Glass

The sun, reflected off a car window,
and then reflected off a flat window−
it sparks a flash within my bathroom door.
This sudden blindness, gone in a blink, calls for
an explanation, something to bring me to ground,
and that rebound−that was the cause I found.
How powerful the sun, to reach me at
a third-step remove in place from where he sat,
Three windows distant from his burning glory.
A power so great is bound to reach my body,
And burn my cells just like the sun does not.
            It fires up my blood with living fun,
            Alive from the flaming energy of the sun,
            To tell the world that life has just begun.