The Looking Glass

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.