Out the Window
OUT THE WINDOW
Writing at table
An ordinary day
with nothing to do but dream
A detachment
(as so often happens)
takes hazy form
AND
I’m casually out the window
Sensing something extra out there
Not mysterious
A simple fact of existence
Infiltrating
of and through everything!
The roses sense its presence color-up
Birds fly through it
because of it
This presence making eyes of surroundings
Pressing
Inviting
Becoming one
Lifting
Dancing the mind
Enveloping shoulders heart
Now it dusts my tiny room
thrills the veins
shimmers the hair
As it looks back at me through my window
“What is reality?” my pen is writing
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