What is behind that is also below
my window?
That lingers and creeps and edges its way in and around
with no sound,
and you cannot hold
and you cannot smell
and you cannot fathom

it is darkness

And within that darkness,
what lurks beneath the surface?
That hides and finds such triumph
in being out of sight,
and you cannot bargain
and you cannot run from
and you cannot lose

is it fate?