Observation

windows bar the cold and heat
we are free to roam about 
clothed in garments or none,
exploring in darkness
or in light, it does not matter.
life lives on the edge of it all
or it dies in a sewage gutter,
darkness clouds our judgement
but only until morning when
light embraces us all,
free to speculate and declare
go to good to other places
heaven or hell...
we do not care nor do we fret
about the consequences
unintendedly created...
moments are what moments
do best...  then the past clouds
our future, relying only
on what we actually observe.

January 19, 2025