Alcove Window Seat

Still.
unmoving
unending
wavy Monet images
viewed through old glass panes.
The world: beauty and sorrow
intermingled in muted impressions.

Still.
unmoving
unending
Secluded from the room
muted sounds, silenced voice
People pass
untouched unfelt.

Still.
unmoving
unending
On my window seat
Not inside, nor outside,
a veil between
hollow, aching limbo.

Still.
unmoving
unending.

still...