Windows

Light  

casting shadows  

in corners it cannot enter  

persistent rain  

tip tapping  

or the wind  

searching  

for an entrance  

or an exit  

Do we look outside  

or watch what enters—  

hidden  

worlds within  

so many windows  

each one opening  

with love  

or fear  

not a word is exchanged  

in the early morning light  

just the wind  

through the open window  

mute  

translucent  

unlit