Open Window
Hello friends! Super short this week!
I wrote this poem a few days ago to depict my love for breezes blowing through open windows. It is rich with imagery. Let me know which line is your favorite! (Let's get that comment section bumpin')
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"Open Window"
As my feet dangle out the window,
Waiting for fresh oxygen molecules to nibble
The dead from my skin,
I smell the absence of my apartment—
And oh, it makes me hungry for a golden platter of more sun.
Meanwhile, the wind instructs a ballroom dance class
In the strands of my ruffled hair.
And the sound of the earth exercising
Finds my window pane through trees doing zumba
And birds doing cardio.
I sit on my hands like a kindergartner waiting for
Their reward after gathering boxtops.
But in this case: I've gathered anxieties
To exchange them for a calm reassurance.
It never was a "fair" trade, was it?
So here I am, with nothing to offer the world
Except for my swaying feet and childish posture—fueled by
Uncertainty.
And in return, the world takes my contribution and feeds me
Tranquility.
Funny how an open window can do that to you.
-Cale Kenneth Montoya
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