window

I know it floats somewhere

like the planet earth

were I an astronomer I would postulate the flatness

the floating

like a dusky brown leaf at twilight in a slow running creek

images provoke the bone

now drugged

now it can’t move

now it can’t feel

but craves drop and drop [Papaver somniferum]  over tongue gums throat other organs

I know this window keeps me in

or is it that like a shoulder to the grindstone it pushes

palms strong

the swirls of air

of breath of people

of words of ringing of bells

I know I won’t let the window be cleaned

it blurs so beautifully

translucent amorphous forms

like diaphanous gowns in a century (but not this one)

dust like petals of poppies rubbing glass

rubbing bone

I know I will untie the cord

let the curtain fall

in place

I know I will not look

at the common

place

leaves of Spring