I looked from the chair beside the window
where the night sky can taste the late hour.
Here the tally of joys and intentions
weigh themselves against the whimpering
sighs of another. Another whose chair
beside another window in another place
sees a night sky pillowed and smooth
and takes what few, rumpled clouds remain,
hiding from the dark, ready for the day.
And, in an eye-twinkle of quickening whimsy –
simply walks away.