Friday, November 20, 2009

Inside Always Looking Out

(Pre-Script: This poem enjoys being read as the song, " Blackbird," #14 on the playlist, plays softly in the background. Go down to the playlist, click on that song, lower the volume, then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...) (...still waiting...)

the leaves have changed brilliantly,
the sky is trying
to rain.
There are places
between dark flat bottom clouds
where sunlight is, so
I am convinced
there must be a rainbow, though
I can't see it.
we have eaten,
we are warm, mostly clean.
Inside, we are always looking out.
I hear laughter and someone softly singing,
which does not mean there is no ache
for what is missing,
but we are here now,
with what we always have,
with what is all around and deep within us.
We are here
We can look at each other,
smile, frown, blink.
We can look at each other.
We can draw brilliantly colored pictures
and subtly colored pictures.
Inside, we look out
Unsure of the places where out and in meet-
Inside, we look out
the window and wait,
each for something different,
but something the same, too.


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