The Opened Window

The window opened a hand’s breadth
Cool morning air / and just the right amount
Of light for waking up slowly

The train rumbling by
People already on their way to work
And I am not

The rumble fades
Birds cawing now / from nearby trees
A little writing / to welcome the day

/ / /

This poem written to the celebrating the ordinary prompt at imaginary gardens with real toads.

8 thoughts on “The Opened Window

  1. Ode to retired life.
    I really liked this, Mr.W. My favorite writ of cheer relates to viewing the morning traffic reports on TV and commenting how glad I am that “I am not out there.” Those announcers, most, too.

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