A Window's World

A Window’s World

Listless light settles along the oak sill

beneath a window holding the world.

I fall

to dream

of flying out there,

over trees

across dunes of green.

Oceans peel below me

in a blur of silver blue,

wind sings by my ears,

as laurels of sky twist before my eyes.

If this is heaven,

then I am there now,

if not,

then for sure I’m on the purchase.

I awaken,

setting sun gone,

ice of night has cooled the oak,

dark has no light to lend,

just quiet and I,

the window,

and heaven some day.

Hayward 2006