By The Window

By the window

As the rain falls heavily against the wooden doors 

The wooden doors that creak with stories of old 

Is where I go  

To calm and quiet the soul 

I’m alone here 

By this window

In the middle of an April afternoon 

As the vintage clock standing tall above the wildflowers rings right on time with the thunder 

I go 

To be still 

Where im told 

To stay clear of joining the sky’s choir and instead, to sit 

To sit by the window 

Where the loud is silenced 

And my pen is free 

In chapels 

In homes 

In small pockets of time on a hurried day 

In poems 

In caves 

He approaches 

Today, 

As East Texas gave

A spring full of grey 

He brought me toward peace 

Alone, by the window