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.