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April 29— Looking Out My Window 

published as part of Tiferet Journals' 2018 Poem-a-thon  see my poetry blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for these and other poems

Looking out my window 
In Incheon 
What did I see 
The neighboring apartment buildings 
Obscured by the April rains 

And yellow dust of early Spring 
And in the distant the mountains 
Aflame with spring colors 
Beckoning me outdoors 

Looking out my window 
In Oregon 
What did I see 
Green trees 
Silently watching me 

And the cats gamboling along 
Looking at me 

While I look at them 
Each wondering what sort of weird creatures 
The other is 
And who is the real alien species? 

In Washington DC 
Looking out my window 
What did I see 

I saw the squirrels in the trees 
And the peaceful trees 
Of Capitol Hill 

Near the seat of power 
Yet somehow 

I felt It all far away 
In Suburban Virginia 
Looking out the window 
What did I see 

I often looked out my window 
At the trees and the jungle 
In my back yard 

And heard the distant roar 
Of traffic on the busy suburban street 
As people rushed to get to the freeway 

In the early morning hours 
In Madrid Spain 
Looking out the window 

What did I see 
I looked out at our Spanish neighborhood 
Seeing the beautiful Madrid ladies 

Walking down the street 
Secretly admiring them from afar 
In Barbados 

Looking out the window 
What did I see 
The monkeys in the trees 

Looking at me 
Contemplating raiding my garden 
As soon as I went away 

In Seoul 
Looking out my window 
What did I see 
The neighborhood 
Alive outside my window 
For so many years 

In Seattle 
Looking out my window 
What did I see 
I saw the ever-changing green 

Sea of trees 
that is Seattle’s true color 
The city is so lush and green 
And alive with life’s endless possibilities 
In Stockton 

Looking out the window 
What did I see 
The traffic moving 
Through the dense fog 
That often fell upon the city 

Obscuring everything in its embrace 
And growing up in Berkeley 
Looking out my window 
I saw nothing 

+But the dirt and trees 
And shrubs 
Of my ancestral home 
And felt nothing 
But loneliness
 
And a desire 
To leave my home 
As soon as I grew up 

That is what I see 
When I look out my window 
Even to this day 

I see where I have been 
And wonder where I am going 
As I stare out the window 

Knowing that my life 
Will surely come to an end 
As I stare out at the world 

Waiting waiting waiting 
For my fate to unfold
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