My Upstairs Window
By: Kelly McDonald
My upstairs window looks out on many vistas.
From my darkened room, I can see traveling neighbors,
leaving their homes, then returning.
I might wave, and they may notice me,
and wave back, if they look up at my window, while passing by.
Though it's a northern dormer, I can stare at the sunrise,
reflected on windshields, sidewalks, or new snow.
I marvel at the wondrous Mount Timpanogos,
early in the morning, laced with sunbeams, wind-whipped peaks.
To relish the beauty of the mountain, I
must climb to my window, then gape out.
To track the traces of the sunrise, I
can clamber to my window, then gaze out.
But to connect with the neighbors, I
may see through my window, I open the door—
and invite them in.