Wednesday, January 26, 2011

in lit windows

walking home after dark i am an interloper
mostly alone in quiet    but afforded glimpses
into windows, warm inside, evidence of lives
of people having regular wednesday nights

kincaids hung above fireplaces
spider plant in the window trailing down
old christmas cards
an orange tabby
an ashtray
a candle

suspended in a moment outside moments
walking in between my own life and someone else's

soon i will be in my own moment, among my own things
a place i know without seeing    nothing to note here

a wreath i should have taken down
a green pillow
a bird cage
a ring

a fullness
a quietness

1 comment:

  1. You have such a knack for capturing moments that most of us only are aware of as a feeling! I too, like the sense of wonder at the other lives that go on, as you walk past the warm glow of houses...