From The Window Poem by Josh Brabender

Frustrated yet passive I peer through the window.
blinding sun, then there's beauty.
and a calm came about, I remember gratification is slow.
I reflect on my karma, it's good from what I see.
Then I’m humbled, I can't make out what’s below.
I reflect on my meaning and if it's just me.
We fly, we hit a cloud, my view seizes to show.
Like the view, life too can be short as can be.
I'm peaceful, thankful I know where I’ll go.