The Looking Glass

An old man’s lonely eyes gaze longingly out the window

Hunched in a wheelchair bound for nowhere

A sad out of focus christmas tree in the background

A glimpse into a life as I continue my own

In the morning darkness around the bend

A woman halfway through her own journey

Walks with green and red bands

Like a ship quietly returning

Through the same streets—same scenes

I make my way through the beginning of my day

Like yesterday, and the year before

All started in the same way

I don’t want to stare out that window—not ever—

Not yet

JArtB

SATURDAY 18 DECEMBER 2021

Notes:

This poem is based on the emotions felt from a morning scene in Coronado on my way to work. This was three seconds—a glimpse—as I drove through taking notice of the world around me.

Look at life as if you are going to write a poem about it. You’ll notice so much more and extract some wonder out of the mundane, color out of the grey, clarity out of the haze.