Window
by Claire Cooperman
(photo by Numan Afzal)
I sit here
Head out the window
Watching the trees
Sprint along the endless road behind us.
The sky,Â
A beautiful shade of blue,
Like the ocean
Between sets of waves.
Puffy clouds float
Throughout the blue canvas
Creating pictures
With the help of my imagination.
Strands of my hair
Dance in the wind
Like ballerinas
Leaping and twirling across a stage.
Muffled conversation
Fills my ears
And acts as a lullaby
To my body and mind.
I think of how lucky I am,
To have these few minutes
When I can recognize
How beautiful the world is.
This time when I can just sit
And not worry about anything
In the past,
Present,
Or future.
This time when I can notice,
And notice,
And notice.
This time
When everything in the world
Slows down just enough
So that I can catch a glimpse of a universe
In which everything seems right.
The Tides 
Beautifully written Claire!
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I know I tell you this all the time Claire, but I truly enjoy reading your writing. It’s beautiful and has a unique way of pausing time.
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Claire, this is lovely! Your writing has always been so good and enjoy seeing your talents grow. This poem reflects the mood of our culture, now, beautifully! 🙂 I hope everyone is able to pause and enjoy a moment in time/nature.
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Claire. Wonderful poem – feels like a meditation…. reading it made me feel very much in the present moment. Like a deep slow breath at the edge of the shoreline….
Thank you
Mr Cosgrove
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