My Favorite Window

Credit: Ratna Pochiraju

How I wait

For the night to darken

For the moon to shine

For the silver rays to illuminate

The lone creeper

Curled around the rusty iron rod

Tonight, I gasp

Watching in delight

As a single white flower blooms

Winking at my surprise

Pleased with the attention I lavish

Contrasting the inky night

The creeper flourishes

Promising to give me more flowers

As the moon waxes & wanes

While the seasons glide by

Every night I stand

My fingers resting on the window

My eyes staring into the dark

As the breeze tickles my hair

And the creeper whispers secrets

With no door to close

The window lies open

Gifting me light, rain, and wind

Dried leaves and torn flowers

Laughter, cries, and shrieks

Of the world outside

That never accepted me

As one of their own.

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