New Window

I pulled back the lace curtain,
not to let the light in,
but to let my vision pass

Without obstruction through
the new glass,

wrapped in unfinished pane.

Clean blankets laundered and

aired where neighbors can see

fragrant the room.

It seems so long ago,

the broken glass

and the escape in the wind.

What happened in between

forgotten....almost;

unfinished pain.

Laundered but still hanging,

softly lifted by the wind.

Are the neighbors still watching?

Wondering if we'll ever

bring it in, before the fresh air

fragrance turns stale.

Surprised by the Light unknowingly

let in, I go loosen the pins

and gather arms full.