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.........