Through this window passing by, I see
Landscapes as if watercolor
Depicting places I can throw my brain into, to live in milliseconds
Passing – coves and dim-lit dens
That I spend whole lifetimes in.

Just in moments,
I live in snow-covered rusted cars
Left in fields god-knows when.  I live in
The distant shack spooned by the
leafless forest grey.
I balance on the edge of
Its shadow and knock on the
Door expecting mercy from its darkness.

But these potential lives lead me away
From my own.  Where decisions made
Like meat hooks have placed me
Where I have to be – waiting.