Window

Through this window I have seen many days start and many of them end.
I have encountered rain and hail and heat and sunshine through this glass.
The blinds and curtains change every few years, but, from this second story window, I’ve always been able to witness the same view: The hovering piece of a telephone wire on the backdrop of tree and building.
Behind that stands the top of a brown city mountain, or hill, that peaks right where the blue sky starts.
And sometimes the sky is gray like tonight, but I live for these nights.
On this side of the window I have not grown up with any ounce of ideal.
I fall down and stay down.
Sometimes I even fall asleep.
I stumble my way up staircases that lead to tomorrow.
But one thing I’ve always seen through my window is the freedom in the air that awaits on the outside, the open world that awaits my delayed arrival to it.
But I am here now.I am here to stay.