The sun sets on another day <br />I watch it as it goes beyond the horizon <br />From my claustrophobic hotel room <br />I admire the colors in the sky <br />My eyes stray from the sun <br />To my darkening surroundings <br />From my third floor view <br />I see the tops of the trees ahead <br />For the winter they are dead <br />Lonely and uncovered <br />Naked, they seem to tremble <br />With the cool gust of wind <br />With the wind, though, <br />The trees come alive <br />Seemingly moving by theirselves <br />Swaying back and forth <br />Through the broken branches <br />And further towards the sun <br />I watch the traffic <br />Of a busy interstate <br />With the night fall ensuing <br />The traffic has quieted <br />Sparsely, the cars past my view <br />Mostly tractor trailers now <br />I can hear one of their low toned, <br />Yet noisy horns <br />The sounds of civilization <br />The interstate seperates me from the airport <br />Always busy <br />The planes take off and land <br />Every couple of minutes it seems <br />I catch a glimpse <br />Of a big passenger jet <br />The howling of it's engines <br />Deafen me <br />As the plane takes flight <br />It turns towards the sun <br />I watch as different shades of red, <br />Orange, and yellow reflect off it's wings <br />Within a few minutes <br />The plane is gone from sight <br />And my attention is focused <br />Onto the sun once again <br />Now it's barely visible <br />As the last of it disappears <br />Behind the airport <br />Behind the interstate <br />Behind the trees <br />Outside my window<br /><br />Matthew Jenkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/outside-my-window-not-finished-yet/
