By The Window Pane


When the wrong seizes control,

We find that place with a glimmer of hope

A momentary lapse into a view condensing

The window pane has been a friend to many.


There, the view provides an escape

Imagine, puppies chasing, or a plane in descent 

Our minds free from our troubles and despair

Where else would that be, but at the window pane?


For a minute, or two, the spark ignites

Our soul awakens, and we come alive

We see the things, we miss from our 24 hours

The window pane is a remedy to our stress


When we can breathe easy, it is almost time

We step back into our world with renewed perspective

Though the problem is unsolved, our minds are cured

From the madness we let go at the window pane.