Wonders at the Windows

I wear the dry must of a house

Long closed in upon itself

And though each morning I practice

Throwing all the curtains wide

This façade still wears its foreboding

To ward away surprise visitors.

Something in my guarded heart

Still craves salvation

Like a sheltered adolescent

Imagining who would break in

To rescue me – as if I could choose!

When only pirates and thieves

Break down doors

Not the boy next door, who

Wonders at the windows

When I will come out

So he can accidentally cross my path.

©2013 Jason Anderson