Out the Window

What do I see?
Today I see a sky;
With an inch of glass
And many miles
Between me and what I spy.

I wonder which makes me more distant:
The miles, or the glass?
The glass feels almost infinite;
The miles just a thought
When the first cannot be passed.

I wonder if I’ll ever touch it;
If I’ll ever feel the stars.
Does anybody look up,
And get to say,
“That’s ours”?

Or are we forever grounded
By the miles and the glass?
Lost to distance
And unwillingness
To ever risk a crash.


 

This week’s CW prompt:

β€œLook out the window and write a poem about the first thing you notice.”

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