Gravity

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.