From the window of my room I watch as
the surrounding houses begin to glow;
little photographs of light develop
in the night & again I wonder why
I’m doing this, wasting my existence
at the expense of action…
Into the distance
the sodium heather
of suburban plains
sprawl out forever,
& to the East
the city tries to reach
ever further toward the sky:
this world to which we all belong does not
belong to me;
a comforting lie,
to soothe fears crowding behind these eyes
that receive the light
& gives it to a mind
capable of doubting its own perception.
I’m watching from the window of my room
as my neighbours continue with their lives,
wondering what they are doing, & if
they could, or ever would
want to understand mine…
3 thoughts on “The World Outside…”
Wow, this is so well expressed!
Thank you: whatever it is you feel this poem is saying, I’m glad you feel it does it well…
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Feels to me it speaks about aloneness, maybe even an aloneness that is self chosen, but nonetheless lonely and feeling the absence of connection.
My pleasure, happy to read!