Through the Window

Looked out through the grilles and the glass
Saw a dog, green grass, people jogging
A road, sometimes a car, on occasion
A bike or two
Nothing unusual

But something else moved

Out of the corner of my eye, the bleak
Ordinary, I peeped,
And couldn't see

Looked fully out again
And how swiftly everything went back as it should be
The store, trees, a mynah
The grass
So full and lush
Where no one appeared to step

I turned my back from the window
A breeze blew through a crack
Touched me gently on the neck
So softly

And I went back again
To look out through the grilles and the glass
Hoping to see something different
Already knowing what I would find




This poem is about imprisonment. depressing. I have a happy thought though--it all ends soon enough. even the o-levels...