The View

As I sit crouched by the window,

staring ahead at the dark skies folding,

it is realised that without any sunlight,

the view can be much more pleasing.

There's no need to scorn at the litter rolling by,

nor see the crowds huddled on the ground,

nor cringe at the decay on the walls of this town.

Instead-

I could ponder landscapes in the horizon of my mind,

Imagine smells of blossom

and the beauty left behind.

I could cross the bridge to paradise,

that flourished in my thought,

or find another universe that masters never taught.

But -

I witness dawn creeping in again,

exposing fractured branches,

crumpled leaves,

the worn down pavement

and fallen trees.

This reality isn't mine.