The summer-sun burns blinding <br />on the window, mirror image on my eye <br />where trees, the rocky garden and plants <br />change gripping to an arched sky <br /> <br />above a domed sea <br />with reflection of light, <br />with fencing poles that are crossing rearranged <br />to a float drifting in equilibrium. <br /> <br />I am for days in the doldrums <br />and nights long, how long I cannot say <br />while I wait on the gusts of wind <br />that have to carry me away and I am full of apathy <br /> <br />until the wind, the sea thunder foaming throws me <br />in into eternity, far past damnation and the hell.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-window-38/
