We look out through windows
The old glass caught
between sash and styles
trapped like water
it moves under our eyes
ripples as we look out
a moment’s distortion
shadow of distrust, the eye
settles where it’s clear
How is it some of us
withstand the blurring shapes
Need to stay in the wrinkled, watered glass
and withstand the disappointment
the disappointment when vision clears
Some return, move the curtain
away with a small gesture
and witness the changing shadows
the shapes of day going at dusk
certain of time passing
Who are you
looking at the windows
are you waiting, certain
of love
in homage to Carl Sandburg’s “A Window”
Nicely done!