A window to the world of god's-
Gods who have never seen
Their windows, fractures to our world
Yet Gods are stone moving

Windows are the eyes of girls,
Of girls who dream of dreams
And whether bright or whether dark
They shut their blinds for sleep

The eyes are windows to the soul
The sand-made glass of Earth
So steady where you swing the bat
Lest cracking makes it worse

Oh, the windows that we shatter
And those we dust each day
There seems to be no difference
To the sun's shining rays

Written April 2021. Read the follow up poem here: Windowed.

Take me back.

Take me home.