Look Out Your Window

look Out your window. By Ian Van D. Chandler We all look for infinities, In this artichoke world. Above mistaken me. There are pleasant humming bees. settled to watch so far up, yet, I’m here. Just away. we had walked between the gardens, finding a following foot print, to where we’d been. Though here I go. At the waves, I looked both ways, these nowheres, leave everyone alone. Look and see, as I stand here with my chisel. I swim for the largest tide, floating to the deepest hole. But reminded of all the scars, every itch, all the splinters, etched on all driftwood. in the walls, I know they’re always there. Losing what I’d known, stepping on every flower. It’s losing the child in the rustic play ground, to the crying for the bark. When you run away, when the grass welds to the shaking hand, for a moment every bugs’ awake, think for the tree branch, that sheltered you in the rain. Utter to scratches on the glass. Smudging over my only clouds. between the forth, so passed gone, together I’ll be, so follow me gone. The letters where, no matter what I’d be: A sketched boy, the erasing man, together apart, left for more. There oh’ there. Beyond the sill, is