THE WINDOW

Glancing through a window
A familiar reflection I see
There is no one approaching
All the while it is only me.
Looking outside the window
Consequently peaceful and calm
A deep search within my heart
Presents great pain and alarm.
Looking toward the window
I am startled by what is there
It is only flying leaves I silently ponder
And all the trees are momentarily bare.
Looking beyond the window
I cannot bother this time
For nothingness out there will comfort me
It suggests such a crime.
Looking through the window but once more
I again observe what appears as my reflection
A gentle wave streams by me this time
Have I been granted a new outlook, feeling and perception?
 

(c) Maureen B. Hall