Reflections

from the great outdoors

the curtained window

reflects enough daylight

to mirror the life that

happens beyond the house

for the imagined child

standing there outside

alone trying to see in

a solitary bird

crossing the face

of a drifting cloud

a swallowtail butterfly

with a torn wing

sipping nectar from a flower

and when make-believe play

is over and night descends

upon the unreal neighborhood

the panes for a moment

capture unannounced

to those sequestered

inside with their repeating

nightmares and dreams

the light

arriving the one time

from distant burning stars