Pills

 

There's a big window
I find myself in front of
And the thing about a window
Two of its defining properties
You might say are that
One can see through it
But not go through it
It's both portal and barrier and
I'm waiting on this side
And looking at the view out there
This window goes from floor
To ceiling in the university-funded gallery
It crystallises the scene of the park
The grass is blue in the shade
And bleached where the sun comes
Through the trees it must be hot out there
And when the wind moves
As I see it does in the leaves it will
Feel gentle like warm water
In here the air-conditioning is chill
And brittle and I think it would be nice
To step through the portal-barrier
Not to be always this side of the window

David N Rose