Sunday, December 22, 2013

Looking out my window

People in windows
somehow seem so
so far away
yet not really
surrounded by their
window frames
hid behind their
window pane
structured shelters
from the rain
they sit within
and I the same
and people's eyes
that they look through
we look through
both me
both you
the grass smells green
the leaves fall brown
the seasons change
the world turns round
and all the while...
while we're looking
through windows