Windows

His favorite, were the windows of his travels. How he could lookout from a train window without end. The landscape flowing by, and in the distance a small house passing by, without even a marked presence. He would wonder who lived and died there,and what stories one would find,if only to spend a day there or perhaps a lifetime. And then a tree somewhere in the distance, All alone, abandoned yet flowing with life,regal in the distance; and he would wonder what it would be like to live under those sleepy branches, even for a day or an hour, or perhaps a life time. Amen.

Windows

Then there were the windows of my childhood, when I peered out from a wooden school house, looking out onto the open grass. We lived far north of our comfort zones,surrounded by hostile eyes. At times we slept underground, where the rumbling earth kept us awake, and wondered when our fathers would return. We kept ourselves well amused with marching songs and playful skits, and if we were lucky, ventured outdoors to the piercing light of day, where we would continue to play. But it was never the same as when the fire of war dimmed, and burned less bright,and our childhood freedom could again venture out without fear. That was what the North had become. and even in the comfort of my old school house, i could no longer breath as I was meant to.

Windows

My life started with a window, where my grandfather first glimpse cought my naked infant eye. That was in a land ancient and new,where the cypress trees could tell you tales of lost histories, wars that no one could remember. Now I see my father through a window lost in his mind inside an Alzhimers facilty in a land thats new and the wars are easily forgotten.

Kafka

I was living across the street from Kafka's grave. Looking out my window a green canopy with wild marsh faced me, as I looked out the window. The traffic buzzed in the background. It hummed like a morning prayer. The birds were always loud there, and yet it enough to merely stand and look out toward Kafka. I felt no need to venture closer. It was enough.