Tuesday, March 18, 2014


Through this little window
Days unfold and head my way.
I've counted whales and sail boats,
Watched roofs and eagles fly away.

Every day for twenty years,
I have witnessed drops of rain,
Hurricane winds, a ray of sun
Then watched it rain again.

Exit cycles of my loved and lost,
Include those I cherish still…
The moon, my one last stalker,
Revisits my window sill.

Aware that it’s not personal,
Just obeying its orbital duty,
I never fail to feel the awe;
The pulling gravity of beauty.

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