--- room with a view ---
when your house is a room with a view
you need to turn your back to the people inside
very occasionally, to do your surveying.
you place your hands on the window ledge
hang your shoulders from the high bones in your arms.
your smoke burns fast in the breeze,
though you can't follow where the smudge goes.
now and then your spirit
gets lofted on an updraft, out over the treetops,
up and down the length of the river,
down all the other axes.
clouds blow in and out like great nations casting their shadows.
the days and nights that pass are like the light switch that approximates them :
click, click. click, click.
and when you feel unattached and planar,
when your heart leans out over the elms,
some ripple starts from where you're standing,
moves out along the plane you as an observer create.
grass sways in this ripple,
and flocks of birds take flight.
but then the waves pass, and the view gets stirred.
and if you turn your gaze down,
you'll see that occasionally the cat
winds her way between the plant pots on the window ledge.
immaculate balance and the glass
keep her on the right side of the divide.
