A “in the window” poem for National Poem Writing Month 2021 Day 29 prompt.
from my window you can see the sky a bit.
from my window last of the trees can be seen
waltzing in the summer blazed sun of late morning.
the green of the leaves are burning green in color.
the same leaves will look tired green when the sun set.
from my window sun can be seen setting beyond the buildings.
from my window you cannot see Iraq or America or China,
from my window you cannot see the protesters or the revolutionary.
from my window you can see the birds leaving nest in the morning.
from my window you can see those birds returning to the nests.
from my window you can see the sky getting steal with increasing–
towers of bricks and mortar, with the billboards and banners.
from my window the sky can be seen a bit, giving shape to clouds;
their color is the season–summer, monsoon, autumn, winter.
from my window the world that can be seen is for what I fight–
to live, to survive, to write about.
from my window the world that can be seen where it is in I can’t say;
it may be some city, it may be some some country, it may be even–
an undiscoverable and unexplored planet,
a window like my window don’t know its compass point.
north or south or east or west.
where is your window pointed to?
what is the world that your window show?
sit besides your window and let me know,
my window and your window will look at each other.
from our windows we’ll look at each other.