Ode to The Window  

You may be just a creaky old window to some 

Rattling with displeasure in any weather but sun 

And yes, you’ve grown thin with each passing decade 

Elements sank into your bones, reshaping your frame 

I’ve borne witness to your icy moods, 

And that fiery temper which burns through you- 

But still you remain my peace, 

 My place of solitude 

With familiar prints from fingers and paws on your face 

Though you accept these things without distaste 

And you never hide shyly behind bleak curtains 

No, you await me each day with arms wide open 

Spending my days sprawled on your ledge, journal in hand,  

We don’t speak the same language but still you understand 

Hushed secrets, shed tears 

Through bad days or blissful joy 

You bless me with wafts of warm Florida air 

Humidity presses against my skin with a loved one’s care, 

 I thank you with curling smoke in return 

From this freshly rolled cigarette I burn 

You and me- we give and take 

With our meetings ending in some spiritual awake 

Sitting stationary as we watch time roll by 

A moment of silence, a glimmer of hope,  

Let’s share this too, 

For I mourn the day I must leave you