My Favorite Window

Credit: Ratna Pochiraju
How I waitFor the night to darkenFor the moon to shineFor the silver rays to illuminate The lone creeper Curled around the rusty iron rod
Tonight, I gaspWatching in delightAs a single white flower bloomsWinking at my surprisePleased with the attention I lavish
Contrasting the inky nightThe creeper flourishes Promising to give me more flowersAs the moon waxes & wanesWhile the seasons glide by
Every night I stand My fingers resting on the windowMy eyes staring into the dark As the breeze tickles my hair And the creeper whispers secrets
With no door to close The window lies open Gifting me light, rain, and windDried leaves and torn flowersLaughter, cries, and shrieksOf the world outside That never accepted meAs one of their own.

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