Lisa Brockwell #19 This view

This view  

When we first looked at the house

I stood at this window,

looked out at this view.

I imagined if we bought the house

I would stand here often, replete with happiness

living with this view.

Of course, I have never once stood here

in that replete with happiness way

as if the puzzle of my life had been solved by this view.

I’m grateful, I love to gaze out and feed myself

like a young horse tethered in clover

but I’m still me and that hasn’t been changed by this view.

But I’m still me and that hasn’t been changed by this view.

Like a young horse tethered in clover

I’m grateful, I love to gaze out and feed myself

as if the puzzle of my life had been solved by this view

in that replete with happiness way.

Of course, I have never once stood here,

living with this view.

I would stand here often, replete with happiness,

I imagined, if we bought the house,

looked out at this view.

I stood at this window,

when we first looked at the house.

* An attempt at a mirror poem.  Julia Copus, an English poet I admire very much, has written some wonderful mirror poems:  'Raymond, at 60' is my favourite of hers.