A Jar of Glass

If I could, I would live

My life in a jar of glass

Kept far away from

All the unfairness, atrocities,

And sadness that infuse

Each earthly day's existence.

If I could, I would live

My life in a jar of glass

With a multitude of loving,

Nonjudgmental, furry creatures

To fill the loneliness

Of my subsistence.

If I could, I would live

My life in a jar of glass

Surrounded by the powerful

Beauty of art and music,

Allowing it to fill the void

Of my silent, uneventful days.

If I could, I would live

My life in a jar of glass

Filled with lights and flowers

And all those whom I hold dear,

Keeping us far from unfair, wayward

Thoughts and devious ways.

If I could, I would live

My life in a jar of glass.

But since life forbids

Such submergence into hiding,

I will instead live each day of my life

Full of all that is to me duly given.

And in my every day

Meager existence, I will treat

All those that I encounter

As if they are as dear and fragile

As that imaginary jar of glass

Toward which I am so driven.