How do the birds fly?
Soar, swoop, dive
on the cool grey morn
through
staccato, sea breezes?

How do you sit there
and watch the clocks
tick glum on cracked mantels
when
all must surely change?

I glimpsed these sights, two,
through a curtained wall.
Decided to take
the truer path,
opening the window
to learn what could be learnt.