|Apr/May 2018 Poetry Special Feature|
Found: in ABQ – studio art jewelry by Jessica deGruyter
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.