I see it all from
The window—
Leaves strong
But trembling;
Uncontrolled like
Mood swings,
Looking fearful
Against
A darkening sky,
But possibly
Letting loose and
Accepting the ride.
And I am still at
The window—
Fixed in my
Lightbulb glow.
Unmoved until
I step through
The door,
And become like
The leaves—
Guided
To endure more.