Let Me Go to the Window

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”

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