April 29 Looking Out My Window

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