No Matter Where You Stand

A window so perfect you expect Juliet
to be standing there, waiting for her Romeo,
calling out her need. Her soul’s story with a promise
to make hers yours. Yours hers.

Sunlight on the dappled wall.
Cotton curtains, light enough
the slightest breeze moves them.
If you look closely you can see the room,

You have lived on both sides of windows.
Lover and loved. Abandoned and walking away,
a messy kind of life. A messy kind of love,
always in search of purity in the strangest times,
in the most unlikely of circumstances. Always with a story.

You? You have lived on both sides of windows,
and found yearning on both sides.
No surprise there. It’s an imperfect world
and the magic in it is finding beauty
no matter where you stand.

About this poem.

A poem about love. A poem about seeing. Poetry is never about one thing.

The photograph was taken at the Hyde Collection art museum in Glens Falls, NY. It’s a real wall and window, not a photograph of a painting.

Tom