When at my computer

outside the window

squirrels run atop the fence

clouds meander or skitter past

and trees show me the season.


When in church

the stained glass

depicts sacred parts of history

deflects the beautiful light of life

and helps me examine my own.


When window shopping

with family or friend

in a near town or far city

the items entice me to enter

to decide if I must have them.


When outside looking in

The lights of my home

promise warmth and protection

a shelter from discourse

and a safe place to lay my head.


{written for a poetry contest. The window is a sky light covering in the Frank Lloyd Wright Darwin Martin House, Buffalo, NY}