The warmth of the mid-day sun
Fought through cotton to my skin
I cursed the child beyond the pane
Looking out at me looking in
For his face mated my reflection
And I wished for the moment to pass
Since the part of me that I could see
Was trapped inside the glass
Yet he was free to wander
Over brown synthetic plains
Laughing at me when a sudden breeze
Raced a chill through my weathered veins
I dreamed I was Mother Nature’s suckling
As she rocked me to and fro
When in truth I was a prisoner
My cell was having no place to go
Now this bar of milk and sugar
That to me could be so sweet
I pondered the pain such a thing might cause
If it fell four hundred feet
While kindness battled perversity
As angry cats have done
I tried quite hard to convince myself
This notion was strictly in fun
Just then I heard a quiet splat
Whose aim could be so true?
For I noticed a piece of sky had fallen
And landed on my shoe
Though oftentimes the ruthless welkin
Defiles my unsullied vesture
Never before had my wandering mind
Been halted by a curious gesture
So with reason prevailing I swallowed my candy
And softly recited the ways
How a querulous servant so far from the ground
Might earnestly ask for a raise.
