No One Could Accomplish This

Waves go on wavering. Right now
The window washed some time ago
Reveals the streaks left by the brush

Where morning sunlight washes through,
Light that is nothing but the world
And signifying nothing new.

It’s an enormous collective
Monster of coordination
Perfected over centuries,

Which led to this transparent glass,
A mass-manufactured window
No one animal could produce.

A world goes into a window
In the side of a small building.