A Window's View

 

Window out;

Window in;

Window.

 

What hath thee for me?

What is it that I may see

When standing in

And looking out the attending

Panes while inside idles elder time.

 

What is that unforeseen line

That weaves cloth of fine

Silks with the insulting braids of a rope

Twisted and tied tightly to keep hope

Of dreams abandoned and forgotten.

 

What has this window misbegotten

Outside, on the other side, of wanton

Wonders, pleadings and poetry readings

Asking, “does that glass offer wiser headings;

Is that frame the reclaim of a poem’s place?”

 

 Where have you been - wearing that stilted face?

Does the past offer any key to a future race;

If you stay within, then will you ever see

What holds or means this pauper’s decree,

“One cannot see nor keep a window’s view”.

 

What have we left that is not old nor new?

Is this window a fragment upon time’s queue

Reflecting a yearning of what awaits

Or a ruing of great regret that late was fate’s

Hand - that neither opened nor closed the window’s view.

 

Window.

Window in.

Window out.