Looking through my bathroom window (a poem)

Bonus round…

I see my neighbors come and go

I see my car parked below

I see trees so tall reaching for the sky

I see spiders in their webs, waiting for flies

I see the garbage truck come to retrieve the trash

I see delivery drivers counting their cash

I see badly parked cars around the lot

I see the empty, awkward adjacent spots

I see leaves falling from the trees

I see squirrels scurrying around them, running free

I see clouds above; soon it will rain

I see the fine-mesh screen that keeps me in

I see steam dissipate into the air

I see life, life everywhere

I see the lights across the way

I see a place I cannot stay

I see myself wishing I were there

I see quiet in the middle of the night

I see it disappear in the morning

I see a beginning and an end

I see mistakes and heartaches

I see thoughts that pass quickly

I see fears that remain

I see myself wondering what I should have done back then

I see so many things

I see I cannot see much at all

(3 October 2017)

 

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