…is a moth, tapping,
searching for the light.
Stopping twice.
Saying No once.
Yes three times.
Sometimes a window –
is a room with a view.
The Oak leaves shake.
And the wind –
has never felt like this before.
The rain is ancient.
The Crows cry.
The Mockingbirds sing about pride.
A Black Snake.
The rope swing slowly moves.
Sometimes a window –
is a cage, a door, an exit,
an entrance, another room,
a mirror for a moment,
until the moon moves away.
Sometimes a window –
is a frame,
around a garden,
carefully placed.
Sometimes a window –
is a gift to be opened.
Tonight there are geese.
There are stars…