The Outsider Poem by Imogene Wagner

I look in your windows where love and warmth glow,
Where halos of sharing and happiness show;
I stand in the Winter of loneness effete
stretching out fingers of Soul to your heat.

I bend to the baby asleep on the chair
And steal a kiss under her duck-tails right there,
I softly slip shoes from the man and then sneak
To pack down his pipe and touch lips to his cheek.

I soothe the drawn brow of the tired aproned wife
Petulant over the day drabness of life;
I wish I could tell you, I would I could guide
Your hearts to your treasures - but I am outside.

(July 29,1948)