
“We have an inner window through which we can see the world, and though it gets cloudy in life, it’s our job to wipe it clean and see things as they really are.” – Sebastian Koch
It is the season of contemplation
a time of wanting to flee while knowing stillness is the way forward.
I am seeking windows of all sizes
expansive with weatherproof panes, outlooks rippled with time.
Views to heal my confusion between rain and questions.
A skylight to observe the assurance of passing moon.
As the headlines continue to scream, I find another window holding
steadiness of trunks wide and wise from centuries, leaves of rainshine.
Curtains of my imagination sway with a peaceful breeze.
There is another way, another view, a possibility of love yet found.
I unshutter pain to let the air in.
© Ali Grimshaw 2025
The seed of this poem came from a prompt on dVerse Poets Pub and this inspiring view from a cabin in Oregon. Every time I return to this photo it settles me.
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