A peek in the window

I walk past houses at night
Peer inside
To see their life
Is it like mine?
Do their feet squeak on the pavement?
Do they sing when no one can hear?
Where is the sign
That will tell me where my toes
Should land
On solid ground?
I might just plunge in,
Being this godly can’t be good for me
I don’t know the steps
But I don’t have to
Today I’ll plod on blind
Walk on air
The blindfold is tied and secure for once
I can’t stare
At your choices
What I see in here is larger than it appears
The blind spots hinder me
So I’ll make it more clear
Wipe off the glass
Take a good look
Where I can’t hide
Behind excuses
I’ll feel my foot hit the ground
And then the other
The rhythm of my pace
Has a kind of grace
That I didn’t plan
Today
I do what I can
To keep my eyes
On my face

Waiting for the moon

A young owling
Trembling, her eyes glow
Somehow fails to know
Whether the moon waxes
Or wanes
And the energy spent speculating
Simply drains
In vain she tries to kiss it
Pirouettes in mid-air
Like a church choir that sing an off-key note
And God laughs
Not seeming to care
“It’s a lottery baby, everybody rolls the dice”
But she dislikes to gamble
And she can’t abide chasing mice
Her talons can’t pierce
Tender hearts for consumption
Rather, she’ll digest
Alternative luncheon
Which may be unpopular
But helps her to function
Calls once made to companions dwindle
And falter
Past nocturnal creatures linger
They halt at the prospect of prey
Engrossed in their own frenzied sport
So solitarily passing the day
She lays low, calls to the moon
And waits for an answer
Her beak quivers softly, barely a moan
Deep down she knows
What she needs, what she seeks
Will be set by another’s clock
Not her own