Looking out of the window
you can see other windows
pots and plants the sky bows
the grill and the wire the glass rows
slants the balconies roofs grow
the blue plastic practical show

Your gaze moves up to free
the clouds that are soft castles
amidst a grand farm barks bristles
with lovely green grass and ear whistles
or stalks of sugarcane and yonder be
the mountain rising calling climb me

Impassive and young shoes
the rocky grips promise
two feet of safety crevice
when you get to the cave that is
light a little fire get some views
drink hot tea water first you choose

now you have to walk down
the rain is pelting furious
cant see much the wet air contiguous
a caress as you goose bump into awareness
walking out of the river pretense shorn
standing at the window wooden brown