I put this window in
with my Dad
(well, I …helped him) .
large & huge
it fell on my left foot
in the putting in
my Dad cursed
heavy with hurt
& my mother angry...with him.
This window
is what
I saw my life
through
teeming with happenings
sorrowings…happinesses.
At night
I still go back
& steal into
my dreams
cut that window out
with the sharp blade of my imagination
place it ‘round
my neck
and climb back out
into reality
a memory
ninja.
No animals are ever harmed
in the making of this film
of my dream.
I walk once more
on earth
with an invisible
cut-out old window
stuck upon
my face
seeing once again
how I saw then
a child
becoming...man.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeing-once-again-how-i-saw-then-for-lyn/
