Suzanne LaGrande: The wistful window #Poetry #Poem #InstaPoet #InstaPoetry #Window #Drawing #Illustration #MyArt #Art #PDXArts The Wistful Window by Suzanne LaGrande The wistful window gazed though its glass at the worlds outside, at the people who pass at the crows caw-cawing inside the trees, Why is it them and never me? Why should the wind brush the pine needles hair? Why should the sun beams dapple shy stairs? Why should the moon taste blue twilight, While I watch famished at its delight? Why should lilacs kiss the breeze? Why should sly cats lie however they please? Why should the rain slick sidewalks grey cheeks? While I watch uncaressed under damp eaves? Theres no swell of a storm behind my eyes I stare out impassive with each goodbye The frames that enclose me I dare not defy With a shatter or crack, a slam or cry. From the wooden perch where I peek out I survey, never touch, the life without. I wonder what mischief might come to pass Were I to escape my skin of glass?