Glass Clear Windows Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting by a big window at the Desert Rose, eating lunch,
looking outside.

Watching cars and people walking, all going by, not knowing
that anyone is looking from behind a glass clear window.

Turning my head and looking in toward the restaurant, close
by, is sunlight, shining brightly.

Farther back, into the dining room, it's darker, pictures
hanging in the dim light.

Decorations blowing gently back and forth, propelled by a
little fan.

It matches the feelings inside, of being here and not being
a part of anything, except what is inside.

At the other end is a window wall with plants, hanging their
personal shingles in the overall view.

Outside again is sunlight and more of what doesn't know
that I'm looking at it from inside, through glass clear
windows of my eyes.