Out My Window

kaleidoscopic - it mutates hour to hour, week to week, season to season and day to night, when it is still and black except for a pensive visage whose glazed gaze peers back, almost begging the question, "what"?! I have no answers, only smudged thoughts; leaves green and then fall, flowers bloom then wilt, lives mix and meld - marry and mourn midst a carousel of brown trucks and their hurried drivers - sirens and gawking and caring tears through a lens of what we're made of and will return to - quenched sand this unshuttered sash reveals nothing and everything especially when it is still and black and fragile