The builders got it wrong...
They made the deep window sill
On the other side of the window..
Perhaps it was supposed to be
Of architectural significance
And not for sitting at all
But I sit,
My back to one side,
My toes pointing shyly at the other... Knees up.
I fit so cozily and
Suddenly I am in a box
Opening to the world,
I'm on a ledge, essentially.
I like the excitement;
The possibility,
That at any moment I could simply lean too far, shifting my weight
As I read
And I'd crash down,
And hit the ground,
Diminishing into this ****** world.
And it would look suicidal,
And that could be true.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
The builders got it wrong...
They made the deep window sill
On the other side of the window..
Perhaps it was supposed to be
Of architectural significance
And not for sitting at all
But I sit,
My back to one side,
My toes pointing shyly at the other... Knees up.
I fit so cozily and
Suddenly I am in a box
Opening to the world,
I'm on a ledge, essentially.
I like the excitement;
The possibility,
That at any moment I could simply lean too far, shifting my weight
As I read
And I'd crash down,
And hit the ground,
Diminishing into this ****** world.
And it would look suicidal,
And that could be true.
