The Sun Through the Window…
You look for the window that faces the east,
the rising sun, the savage beast,
for the warmth that you’re looking for,
the warmth that you need
to make it another day to work and to feed…
You feed your indifferent, full of nothingness mind,
on the scraps that the others do hope you may find
among the rubbish and refuse and plastics you search
deep in the alley behind the blind church
whose eyes never see you,
whose ears aren’t tuned to the music you make
as you walk without shoes
through the putrid decay of the old city sidewalks
filled with scraps of the life that was never allowed
to find life and has died…
But in this chamber, where you now pass your days,
you feel the cold shiver and you seek for the rays
of the sun that eventually climbs in the sky,
above the old brownstone,
and you slowly and painfully, take step after step,
arthritic bones cannot ever keep pace,
till you reach that old window, whose glass lets it in
the warmth of the sun, so the morning begins
without a thought, without tea,
how alone can you be
when you’re not sure of anything,
not even your name,
yet you live for you breathe
every minute the same
as you waste away looking for the sun
that you think you will feel through the window
of a house that was boarded up so long ago…
C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 10 JAN 2020, Valencia, Spain
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