View from a Window

for Elizabeth

It seemed the world had offered me its hand.
It saunters by and leaves me in the lurch.
I love you but the ocean kneels on sand.

I ripped my wings through trying to understand
too much: but as I squawked safe on my perch,
it seemed the world had offered me its hand.

I see the coloured Earth from where I stand:
the aimless park, the crossroads, half a church.
I love you but the ocean kneels on sand.

I thought my way into a foreign land.
O I could cry for friends. In my research
it seemed the world had offered me its hand.

Our night and day will piece themselves, unplanned,
light and dark into a silver birch.
I love you but the ocean kneels on sand.

Look! the pigeons wheel in suddenly and
hobnob with chunks of bread. They do not search.
It seemed the world had offered me its hand.
I love you – but the ocean kneels on sand.

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