To the Light Outside my Window

Thank you for choosing me.

For reaching the thick pane

and attempting to gaze at this detainee,

even if in vain.

 

The bars of burnt umber

refuse to acknowledge your cadmium glow,

like the patrons who outnumber and fancy

while I follow

 

your every glimmer.

While I smile at your hazy suggestion,

watching through the blue sliver

of the peaked curtain named discretion.

 

But the falsehood remains in the attendee -

for I am blind but you can see.