A Small Upper Window
A light is seen through the treetops A small window on an upper floor It’s late Someone must be reading Or can’t sleep Perhaps an attendant is there The building looms in the dark Like a castle Sitting on a hill Stone Stories tall and a block long But that one small window … there’s a light on I imagine a castle keep A safe place, caring, secure Or a tower A prisoner’s room, lonely, confined Possibly either or both Only the occupant knows on a particular day Maybe that’s my room someday In that old nursing home on the hill How will I see things? Filled with hope and gratitude or despair? Grace-filled or having been forsaken? In peaceful surrender or stubborn resistance? That light, that window So peaceful looking Against that immense silhouette Light does that to darkness Even the smallest glow Brings reflection, imaginings, questions© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins
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In a dim light... 
April 25, 2012 at 4:29 pm |
Beautiful poem. Blessings, Ellen
February 2, 2013 at 6:30 am |
Reblogged this on In a dim light… and commented:
I visited someone in this assisted-living home yesterday. This poem came rushing back to me.
February 2, 2013 at 3:56 pm |
You see things with the poet’s eye. One lighted window in the silhouette of a large building can lead to profound and beautiful thoughts like this.
February 8, 2013 at 5:31 am |
I really like this poem, vivid pictures come with your expressive words. I look forward to reading more of yours posts.
February 8, 2013 at 8:57 am |
Thank you. This poem has begun to ache as I re-read and ponder.