Inside the window,
the human will stand,
a light gently flickers,
There's a resolution in the bright.
Through the window,
the sound of tapping,
a sneaking in or climbing out,
Breaking into the murky past.
Outside the window,
the view into the blue,
a street, garden or bay,
There's a mystery in the void.
But what if there were no windows?
the future world never found,
a reflection of a mirror-less soul,
No freedom for the mind.
By Lise Olsen
THE ARTFUL DONDER 