my bedroom window
overlooks a blue house
overlooking
the blue water.
across the channel
are yellow cranes
sometimes I see submarines passing by
heading to the naval base
sometimes I see white ferries
passing by
heading to islands
sometimes I see
magnificent sunrises when
I wake
sometimes I see
the old man from the blue house
taking his trash out
to the blue and green bins
by the curb.
I wonder how many times they see me
Can they see me dressing?
Can they see me mounted on top of my lover?
Can they see how the glass from the window pane gets foggy
dripping in
perspiration?
Can they see the sorrow, the sweat, the joy, the laughter,
the awakenings?
no.
the glass window
4 x 2 feet
isn’t big enough
to share this life with me.
At most, they might just see me
passing by.
Mermaid Musings 