Windows
Location
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.