My gaze escapes the window
through the thickness of its panes
grasps at a swallowing light
rapacious, seeks but discovery

Leaves behind the hedgerows
the nascent permanence
of beginnings born to me
a placenta providing place

Break, break, break I yearn
to be rooted free, ripped, torn
from ties that define and bind
take, take, take me far away

crumble this marked calendar
set fire to childhood’s pyre
cast my life upon its currents
without rudder I drift and land.

∞

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt: Day Twenty-Nine: “Today, this one is called “in the window.” Imagine a window looking into a place or onto a particular scene. It could be your childhood neighbor’s workshop, or a window looking into an alien spaceship. Maybe a window looking into a witch’s gingerbread cottage, or Lord Nelson’s cabin aboard the H.M.S. Victory. What do you see? What’s going on?”