I Look Out the Living Room Window When I Sit on Our Couch

I look out the window and see

it needs washing and yet there directly in front of our apartment

fifth floor we have been here forever there is the conical turret

where Margaret Mead once sat and there is the Museum

of Natural History ancient bones and running children and there is the same

big tree that very slowly every single year no matter

who the president is no matter what happens in this crazy world

there is a big tree that slowly, very slowly, begins every single

March to turn green.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

8 Comments

  1. LOVE IT!!!!!!

    thanks dear esther for bringing some sense of the common, ordinary and infinite, during what feels like complex and extraordinary times.

    hugs!!!!!

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