Dearest window,
You hold a view
Of images to taunt me forever.
Annoyances too many to
enumerate,
I will just state a few.
A cessation it seems
of our hostilities,
Has been in order once
before,
Yet you fake access,
to something I want
And for that
you aren't forgiven.
You see,
I thought i would
by gaining this job,
land a security blanket of sorts.
A “window” they said,
You should be happy
Most do not get what you do.
Yet here I am,
A cubicle rat,
Albeit one with a window.
I find myself
like some minor new star,
you’re a petulant photographer at that
Over and over in the same vein
It is in your face that I’m forced to stare,
Contemplating nothings
while wishing for something,
Your like “Megan” from high school.
And even in central New York,
where
It is sometimes possible for sunlight,
You love to tease,
'here, be hot',
I’d love to make a vase out of you.
Underlying pity
for those who live
by not to live or to do
but instead they watch the world go by,
as a window can sometimes cage you.
Damn you,
Damn you window,
these sensations are nothing if new.
A hammer I’ll buy
and window,
please,
take care to invest in some glue.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
David DeSantis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-to-my-window/
