“Not past the tip of the nose.”
—Joi Sharp
Looking out the window at night
all you will see is yourself
and, perhaps, your longing
to look outside yourself.
Isn’t that the way it always is—
looking anywhere but in
for meaning, for purpose,
for entertainment, for love—
but here in the window,
the darkness there delivers you
to yourself. But don’t let
the inquiry end with the eyes.
Close them. And now, now,
what do you see?
