A Small Upper Window

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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5 Responses to “A Small Upper Window”

  1. Ellen Grace Olinger Says:

    Beautiful poem. Blessings, Ellen

  2. Tom Says:

    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.

  3. Thomas Says:

    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.

  4. Teri Flynn@maskednative Says:

    I really like this poem, vivid pictures come with your expressive words. I look forward to reading more of yours posts.

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