the window seat

I think I know why I like to sit by the window.

I love watching the destination draw closer and closer.

I love to watch where I was fade away.

Something to look back on.

Something to look forward to.

And the journey to watch while stuck in between.

Just Once

I hate the rain
And always have
The way the chill settles
Thickly in the air
The way the raindrops
Become needles on my skin
Poking and prodding me
Into a horrible submission…

I hate the clouds that
Come with the rain
The way they block the sun
From lighting my face
The way gloom swarms from
The darkened world
Holding and suppressing
Anything that brings a smile…

I hate how the clouds
Rumble together at night
The way tears of angels fall
From the shielded skies
The way they soak us through
Clinging to our clothes
Freezing and tugging down
Yet somehow soothing and soft…

Dropping the brolly,
We hold each other close
And for one fleeting instant
I love the rain

Taken from my Cambridge days

a little space

keep piling it on
thick like ice
on top of dirt
uncrackable
don’t let it
freeze over
or let it thaw
don’t let it
spread
instead
let it flourish
keep it cold
fire’ll do no good
allow
a little space
for air
a little space
to breathe