Window Pain

This window frame, it holds my gaze.
I wonder, how I might see beyond this pane.
See beyond the windless wall,
see the leaves when they fall
and touch the ground, the whole cycle.
The whole of the sky is not full
through the windows of my mind, not soul.
It is not all! I cannot see beyond I,
only partial pieces of this precious life.

Do I draw the curtains? Eschew the light?
See what I might find by night?
Enter a frame, a formless gaze,
no more walls, no more maze.
For no borders exist when the veils fall,
when my eyes close shut the darkness is whole.
To see nothing might offer more space
than being trapped by this window pain.

Hannah Arin is a junior at Pitzer College pursuing a double major in religious studies and philosophy.