View(s)

An eternity looking out a 

dirty rusting stained

window

A reflection of grey skies and flat fields

in my tired eyes

longing to see a dip or rise in the never changing landscape

or ocean 

or civilisation 

I bought new glass 

but rain looks the same 

i painted the wood

with colours bright and gay

but skies remain grey 

I oiled the locks,

but I never opened them

so I left the window

i walked to where I had always looked 

and though the clouds hung dully, the sun 

persevered 

the earth was alive 

i looked at the nature 

i saw youth, and age

maybe I saw a home