Ej Sansam Poet Free verse

At My Table By My Kitchen Window

at my table by my kitchen window

i wonder what has become of me
the world passes by much faster these days
and seems like i am not alway moving with it
most times i sit
at the old table by the window and
watch seasons rapidly changing
colors swirling
dry leaves curling funneled by errant winds
birds are born eat flutter bathe take flight
and die all in a brief span
it is as if  by some invisible hand 
a year is condensensed into a day
and try as i might
i cannot not avert my eyes
from this frightful beautiful play

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