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}
