Snowdrop

I’m a snowdrop

that blossoms on a glass field

in the middle of the summer

without causing any crack.

I’m bound to become a sun shard

without losing the light

I’m so tired of sharing.

I am a circle out of focus

of the thousands of lenses

you used not to see.

Now I want to live among the details

of a blurry picture.

So what if I am more than you can see?