From This Window I See the World

From this window, I see the world.

I see all of it—

The faces and footsteps of everyone.

On this ledge, I place my coffee and the book in which I will write their lives.

The ceiling fan spins in a disconcerting wobble.

The air moves gently,

in swirls and arabesques—

building the current that will guide them to each other.

The future pulses in this room,

the dust beneath the dressers waits to be born into stars. 

What we love defines us. What we love is superimposed over everything. 

What we discover we cannot live without, frees us. 

What frees us, lifts the veil.