The Window and the Dove


Sometimes, I feel like a dove

flapping it's wings against the glass window panes

of the Cottage of Wisdom,

seeking the warmth of the fire within,

which I can see but cannot reach,

separated by an invisible force I do not comprehend.


Oftentimes, I flap at the window until exhausted and forced to seek friendly refuge and support from a tree at the edge of the clearing.


It is often from this vantage point that I notice the cottage door has been standing open the entire time.........