room 26

i open its door and I’m blinded by its whiteness

its walls were white,

its sheets were white,

and its curtains were white

not much color reflected back

but oh, its window…

i spend two days in that room

and in those two days I spend some time contemplating the window

the inspiring shape with its perfect squares, the imbedded glass, the opening and closing of its old shape handle and its majestic serenity of an exposure to the outside or to an inside

but oh, this window said much more than its surrounding whiteness

this window holds truth and beauty

holds wisdom and knowledge

intertwined with dreams

hold age without any concern of aging

holds reflections of a past, a present, and a future

and that is when its view became surreal

i felt its time and its true purpose of existence

in room 26

i realize that it served as a time keeper for all

and there I was...
like a window expose
fearing time

we are all like windows…to view from...