I look at me
and I look at you
my children also
in the view
what’s inside and
what is out
what is this vast life
all about?
I look beyond
my window eyes
the world I see is
full of flies
the earth is now
a garbage heap
the paradise
we failed to keep
but then I look
upon the pane
I see a dried and
crusty stain
I chip away at
years of grime
and finally make
my window shine
I look without and
there behold
a perfect world of
shimmering gold
the flies that caused
my eyes to sting
have turned to angels
on the wing
the heaps of garbage
that I saw
now golden hills
without a flaw
to clean the glass
is worth the price
to make this hell
a paradise