View From a Window Not Mine

I pull the blinds further apart,
peer into that place where people are free
to spread butter
on the toast of happiness,
to celebrate without explanation.

The earth thickens in metallic light.

Perspective blends like ice-
cream in the snow.
On a roof somewhere above, fragile
rain dances with the afternoon.

My eyes feel full
and heavy like the clouds.
Water slides down
glass making shapes that want to think.

But there are few windows here—
                             and none belong to me.

© Candy Tothill