The Window Washer
Who can judge?
Covetous deviant!
Or what other nature
takes on such a task?
Peering through open “frames,”
imagination—the superpower—
a transportation to alternate parlors,
for momentary encounters of what is not.
Still daydreaming,
yet hand in rotatory motion,
cleaning.
Covetous deviant? No!
For every day’s daydream,
the sacrifice—the more.
The higher the climb—
come what may the weather,
clinging to life ever tighter
so skylights may glimmer.
Covetous deviant? No!
Rather—
Superhuman undertone.
A shout out to all those in the window washing profession! IT IS HARD WORK!!!!❤️
This week’s Poetics @dVerse focuses on “the romance of open windows“- but not limiting our poetry to an interior to exterior perspective.
Join in! 🙂
Festival King 