Looking In

Glancing back

beyond the edges

of this quiet place,

linked to earth and sky,

a seabed of green

sways to the faint
whispers of a breeze.

My eyes sway too,

glimpsing the red, the blue,
the overall antiqueness

of this peaceful
country scene.

Peering in, 

I cannot absorb

the window's dark, 

yet I try hard to
fasten my thoughts

around its emptiness

so as to understand

its reserved silence –

to feel the sensation

of its duration 
in between the dark
and the light.

For now nothing moves
toward the outer limits
of this framed-in space.


Only a deep stillness lingers…