Windows

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Sitting

on a rumbling train, emerging from the underground

humming into the New York City night, through the window I look.

Looking out through bolted windows to where my eye meets the end

waves of headlights, heading 

where?

and the people 

waiting, sitting, walking, believing, crying, yelling,  laughing, fighting, loving, eating, running, hiding

watching.

We're quick glimpses of time

We get so caught up

with life

And if we sit idly by

watching

life will pass us by.

Right?

I've lingered a little too long

looking out the window.

Hoping, but only hoping

dreaming a bit too

that I'll safely and happily meet the horizon 

before time  

runs out.

My blinds are drawn, my window smudged

and cracked

and I've missed something, but I can't put a finger on it.

People call it opportunity.

Opportunity

Potential

opportunity potential

potential opportunity

poten- 

the word is driving me 

Fucking 

MAD!!!

I'm sorry

had a rough day, and the trains in New York

am I right?

But I just want to meet the horizon.

I want to meet the moment

and have it

hold it.

I want to reach out to it

and be at peace with myself.

But I'm afraid, 

because 

what 

if

this 

entire

time

I

was

looking

at 

a

mirage.

So excuse me now, 

but this is my stop.

I have to head home now,

maybe open a window

and 

just breathe

a little. 

And go on playing my role in the world

while 

I still have

time.

 

 

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