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