Glass Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The Glass

The glass was empty.
The glass was full.
I depended on it's fullness
But could never figure out how full.

My day was empty.
My day was full.
I managed the day
As best as I could.

Many days went by
When all were empty.
All I had so far was
Totally gone.

I had days that were a plenty.
And I could count till a million.
When my mind was replete with thoughts
About what I would write about a trillion.