glimpse

pondering over a coffee

as  i sit,

a sideways glance through the window

partial reflection of light

and my reticence bounce back

altered, disjointed , angled

on the other side of the "pain" of glass

people, hunched shoulders, furrowed brows

seem deeper than my own

this astounds me

does this shard protect me?

or am i mirroring my own ignorance

on which side do i sit or hide?

vacant faces run past in the rain

glance in, see me illuminated in ardour

to them i epitmise sanctuary

to me...... relief

i am not under their cloud.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[A. M. Hood]

This was written in such an interesting way, I must say. It reminds me of the times when I just stare off into space. These types of thoughts are what comes to my mind. Very nice thoughts at that. Really makes you think.
Wonderfully written.