Landscape with Widow, Early March

Landscape with Widow, Early March

I hide in plain sight; though no one
Is looking for me. If someone were

I'd welcome him. I'd welcome her.
I sit at the window and watch

the water, the path around
the lake, the city streets

and the geese as they paddle
against the wind pushed current.

My second-floor porch, now enclosed,
hides from only the weather. No curtains

block the view. If you can see me
I can see you. I make no effort

to elude your view. The residue
of yesterday's storm leaves

even the indoors gray. I switch
on the table lamp and hope

you will find your way.