Day 187

Were there windows here?  Did the windows
look out on other houses? Could you see, 
through the windows, the lives
being lived there?  Were there books?  Pens?
Did someone there sit at a desk and write?  Was there
a desk?  A child who came to play on the rug
near the desk, so she could be with her father? Mother?
Did someone write words and read them to someone else?
Was there a pitcher of water?  A stone
with some story of where it was found,
that could be used to hold down papers
blown by a wind when the window was opened,
which sometimes it was by a man
before he sat down at the desk, was aware
of the wind, the windows, the books.