This is a poem about someone inside looking out. |
Beyond the Glass Door Each day I rise, and wander to The kitchen where my coffee brews; I pour a mug, a cup's too small, to rid me of my pillow's call. I walk into my office where computers, desks and chairs reside. I glance outside the sliding doors of glass and yet, I stay inside. Beyond the door of glass I see an Egret boldly watching me. The worms he finds a healthy treat; as kitty sits upon my feet. A duck's flown in from somewhere North and lands upon our tiki torch. He flutters to a palm tree frond then settles in our backyard pond. My office off the kitchen door has three walls solid, one of glass. A portal onto nature's lore, these doors who beacon me to pass. Instead I sit and look upon the keyboard down beneath my hands. I turn to see what lies beyond the glass that shows me lush green lands I drink my coffee, check my mail; the bluebird sings to no avail. I turn to look, the Sun's alive! And still I will not go outside. Lizards streak upon the glass, the kittens leap, and ask, "Alas" "Why can't we run and play outside "Why must we always stay inside?" I sit within my office where computers, desks and chairs reside. I glance outside the sliding doors of glass and still, I stay inside. Trees so tall, their shadows cast Upon the pool a longing glance. The evening falls, the breeze is soft When nature called, I missed my chance. |