Poem: Sitting At My Window

Sun...
on grizzled roof tops...
black birds skitter...
people slow shuffle
on melting side walks...
I play "I spy
with my little eye"...
safe inside my window
on the world...
at ease inside
the peaceful house I am...
putting a few marks
on a blank page...
but if the truth be known...
allowing myself...
just to be...
sitting for a while...
at my window..........
..............Quester.