Friday, August 18, 2006

A Window

I sat with body blanketed,
a red rusty heater
broken, cold coming
underneath cracks of doors
and plastered peeling walls.
Desperate I fought with
hands of claws but
found no opening, no
window to a world.
No feel of flesh,
no summer sunshine warmth,
no hopping sparrow on
a pink blossom twig.
I gave up after long
tick-tocks of a
heart and sat on yellow
chair legs riveted to
concrete floor. Slowly I
closed my eyes thinking
of fresh- faced smiles,
rosey sky cheeks, a
small pawprint in sand,
a long cool breeze of Spring.

1 comment:

J.M said...

you've created such an image in my head...