Windows # Claine Keily 114

I am not sure
who it was
who taught me
about sadness
or if my sense of this
is connected to
the winter solstice




I know not
who taught me joy
if it was the spring
the birds nesting
or if this germinated
during winter
beside the hearth of the fire




I understand
that romantic love
is a construction
and that you need
to enter into this illusion
with someone
who has been tricked
the same
or you
will be punished, then deadened




What I know now
is that the moon is bright
and I have shelter
and friends
and animals to protect
from drought and wind
and for this I rise
each day




At night I say
"I know not how
I will be strong enough
to survive tomorrow"
then I watch the moon
and feed on the moonlight
even though it leaves me sleepless
as it spreads
into my bedroom
made only of windows