Monday, April 25, 2005
Words as Windows
Once I built a garden house out of used
windows. Boys coming down the alley
from elementary school
threw rocks at it and broke the panes.
It took me months to get all the shards
of glass out of the soil.
Now this celebrated man says he thinks
my job is to look out the window. If I open
a window I am liable
to fly from it. The house I live in is all doors
and windows. The renowned man didn’t
mention the value of light.
I live with a person who stares at electronic
windows. He sends e-mail messages to
everyone but me. He
doesn’t talk. I ask what he is doing and he
signals that I don’t want to know. I insist.
Turns out he’s right.
windows. Boys coming down the alley
from elementary school
threw rocks at it and broke the panes.
It took me months to get all the shards
of glass out of the soil.
Now this celebrated man says he thinks
my job is to look out the window. If I open
a window I am liable
to fly from it. The house I live in is all doors
and windows. The renowned man didn’t
mention the value of light.
I live with a person who stares at electronic
windows. He sends e-mail messages to
everyone but me. He
doesn’t talk. I ask what he is doing and he
signals that I don’t want to know. I insist.
Turns out he’s right.
# posted by Lar @ 8:41 PM 
