Enclosed


The window greets me.
I sit staring from the chair.
A pane of glass between me
And the world.

The TV is off,
There’s nothing on the radio.
The computer stares past me,
Uncaring, blank expression.

Two chairs and a table
Under the window.
Past papers and old magazines
Stacked roughly on the floor.

Ever above me - the roof:
White and unadorned.
Below my chair, warm coloured carpet:
Rough, old and dirty.

The window greets me.
I stand outside.
The sky above,
Streaked with blue-grey clouds.

Hills, trees, grass soil.
Flowers murmuring in a soft breeze.
Forever below - Earth.
Green, blue, red and brown.

The entire World is shut out
By a single pane of glass.
I sit in silence on a chair,
Enclosed by a window.