I wrote this poem February 10, 2016. Not bad. Could use a little editing, I think. But not bad for a first draft. Like any good poem, and I make a leap of faith on that “good poem” thing, it is one thing, but is also another thing. It was inspired by an instant of looking back through a window as I was leaving, but in that moment of looking, a sudden connection occurred, and I saw other leavings, and standing there in that moment I was overwhelmed by the vision; the insight. To be so close, and yet in reality a million miles distant. Thus to watch.
on the sidewalk I pause
look back inside through the glass
just voiceless animations
this impression will pass
for I have to go
but I’ll tarry just a bit
try to take it all in
not be so discomfit
to be standing at the glass
is better than to crouch in the shadow
shivering and wretching
in a darkly whispered narrow
yes, I have to go
it’s abundantly clear
one last long look
so seemingly near
yet the window sunders
and the world out here is so dark
I’ve had my fill so they say
now where the hell did I park?
Scott Macmann 