looking through windows

framing scenes

as if to say
this is worth
seeing

without a window
how will you know
where to look

when you go
outside
through the door
and meet
a thousand
impositions
of sight and sound

behind the safety
of a window again
you breath a sigh

at the predetermined view

_JoyG

these days

i sit in my van
and watch the sky change
walk on the beach
and feel the sand give way
beneath my feet
the water's not too cold
as it washes up against my legs
a thin man runs by
then a woman with her dog
today is like other days
yet entirely different

_JoyG

turning point

i sit on the stairs

with rusty railings

that lead directly

into the ocean

wet, wild, vast

     misty white

grey, greeny-blue-grey

the sand is mostly covered

by the sea

and the rock patterns

wet by crashing waves

are contrasting colours
of weathered wood

and rusty iron

it's as though i'm in a painting

drawn here by an artist

as i sit
i feel a turning
not in a backwards direction
but inwards
not away
from this place
but you could say
turning back
to myself

_JoyG