The patch of sky from the window

The patch of sky from the window

It’s 6 a.m.
Outside the window
pitch black.
Beyond and above
the silhouettes of the neighborhood.
It’s hard to make out,
if there even are stars in the sky.

At 7:30 the sky is sometimes
grey, or bluish
also veiled by pink puffy
clouds at times.
A lucky day can be
orange light creeping in between
the buildings.
Hinting at a rising sun –
the brilliance of the color
so inviting and tempting.

But there’s the bus –
and the sky becomes a stop and go
through the window
sometimes
passing in forward motion
in the canyon of houses
other times backwards.
Some days the sky is so hung over –
an abundance of shades of grey.
While rain splashes the window panes –
rivulets gliding down
or like tear drops
and then again
like an open faucet.

It’s 8:30 and the sky
appears far above the tree tops
above
the leaves dressed appropriately
in harmony with the seasons –
contrasting with the heavens atop.
Accompanied –
by a cacophonous symphony of traffic.

On a lucky day
the path sometimes
comes alive with patches of sun light:
Gently swaying –
like a hop scotch game from
childhood years.

No time to play-
it’s 8:45 and from the
office window
the patch of sky is framed
outside.
Inside the sky lights up
with the windows program
on the computer:
A virtual sky –
for just a moment.
The eyes that seek the sky
are replaced by the look at the clock
and quick glances outside…
The day and sky passing –
a couple of cigarette breaks.
Outside:
Escape!
Smoke curling toward the sky.

It’s 5:30 and the sky
looms big and vast above
till the bus comes.
Too tired to look outside.

It’s 6:30 p.m
outside in the fresh air
evening falls and on the way home
I think of the moments
when I,
with my head tilted towards
the sky above,
I walk with my eyes closed
the sunlight warming my face
remembering:
I can almost
hear the sound
of the gentle waves,
almost smell
the salty sea,
almost feel
the sand between my toes.
I can almost sense
the immense sky up high above.
Greece.

I open my eyes before the tears fall
and get inside the house.
From the kitchen window
my neck hurts
while I look at the patch of the sky
above the buildings.

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Life isn’t all beer and skittles!

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(picture not my own, credit where due)

Never in my life

would I have believed that I would get a 

 

 

a new lease on life.

Almost 2 years ago I had

the shock of my life

and life, as I knew it 

came to a screeching halt.

In a sense, since it has been

life in the fast lane 

decisions, changes, obligations, responsibilities and many adjustments.

I was forced to take life into my own hands.

The facts of life are not about the birds and the bees,

but that there are always circumstances beyond your control

which obliterate that proverbial Life is a bowl of cherries

into a holding on for dear life.

The future is so uncertain that

being a bit past the prime of my life

some days it frightens the life out of me

when I lie awake at night thinking about 

the best things in life are free

which doesn’t quite ring true

food, shelter and the bills have to be paid

cause life in the raw

is not do able with children.

Life is short and time is swift

and even difficulties have a shelf life

So, while there is life – there is hope!