starsinwindows
well one
sharing the frame with a crescent moon
and  
walls that separate my soul
from heat or cold or knowledge daily
air condition me
electrify my conscience with a box of
dot images
usually the view in the window I
never have paid attention to
until the large truck ran up the telephone pole down the street
I never noticed all those wires over me, also,
until they are down all over like spiderwebs
didn't pay attention to how many trucks go through here
but now there's like four hundred backed up all the way to the horizon
to the county line by the river
and the river is swelling threatening to crest her banks
I'm noticing now so many things now that
my internet and tv are off. How and why
have I not seen before?
And questioning
what I thought was important.