Windows to the Soul
After William Carlos Williams
To stay put
and let the world
travel through you;
to grieve the loss of love
as if life itself slipped
like sand
through your fingertips
during a grave silence;
to smell the burning leaves aching
into the sky;
to feel the sea creeping
through tickled toes;
to taste the freshly baked bread
rising from chimneys
of the corner bakery;
to watch sand, thrown
in ovens red hot and congealing,
spindled around pokers,
into blown glass;
to hear sparrows calling
each other through tree
skeletons;
to see the world
through
multicoloured
kaleidoscope glasses;
this is what it
must be like
to watch the sun rise
from the highest
landlocked point in your
hometown.
by Trevor Cunnington