two rooms Really I’d rather be in the next room the one in the rear with the window where I can stand quietly at the sill the curtains open blowing the sun streaming in where nicely framed angled by the light I can gaze at the bright waters the sparkle and rhythm or even divine something murky beneath the waves contemplate the what? all the way to the horizon how it shimmers with the flex and give of the finite then take a step back and think about how different windows are from doors in degrees of light aslant or steeped how much is illumined in leisure contained that is in time that is how much of you is free how with a window you can learn to see and live but with a door if it’s open you might take a different rather uncanny step and learn to swim
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It’s interesting that it’s contemplate the “what” instead of the “why.” Not a critique just interesting.
Thank you for sharing this awesome poem!