Wistful from a window watching
a tot of four or maybe three years
a little boy through transom gazed
descried trees and flowers
(sashaying with the breeze)
espied nonchalant strangers
(casual laughs on sidewalks
carefree as a gentle breeze)
each window pane refracting
external realities of life
random raindrops aimlessly
splashing upon window panes
his mind jumbled with fantasies
unknown fears dancing there
lost lonely abandonment felt
alone apart from the whole
on the outside looking in
wistful from a window watching.