AN OPEN WINDOW
I can not tell if it is inviting me in
or tempting me out. Like a gent
with sweeping arm of courteous
wave it says “after you”.
The candour of clarity, expected
when shut is now replaced by
furtive angle and penny peep
show glimpses of a reflected
Both kind cooling breeze and
icy blast steal the opportune gap,
relishing a new space to play their
want. While mocking light has no
preference, open or shut, fearing
only drape or blind.
With hand on glass I look……….??