Through the Glass

I look out the window watching people pass

As waves of them glide past the window glass

The movement of feet makes a faint rhythmic stir

Their faceless figures are only a blur

They come and they go, but none of them stay

As one comes in view another fades away

Still, I sit by the door just as it remains still

As my eyes keep their gaze towards the window sill

And I wish in my mind that the doorknob would turn

To show me a face that I could discern

To bring me the eyes that would look into mine

The voice that with mine could become entwined

But none of them turn, they keep to their walk

Not anything turns save the hands on the clock

They flow as a river and I am a rock

Ashore, isolated, and held by a lock

But who from the many is holding the key

That will open the lock and let me come free

As my mind swims in wonder I look up once more

I peer out the window then peek at the door

Then back at the window where something I see

A small pair of eyes that are looking at me!

But quickly my hopes fall again for, alas,

Those eyes are my own on the face of the glass