out my window
there is grey sky
and the partial view
of a dying tree
out my window
I look with misty eye
at asphalt and brick
but it’s not really what I see
I see a light through glass
across the way
curtains closed against the day
shut to the ones who pass
out my window
there is the world
such as it is
filthy and dark
broken and beautiful
a howling cry
a ragged sigh
like you and I
out my window
Harnessing Chaos 