Yesterday, I looked outside my home
To see what wind and weather would bring near
Because I sat in my house all alone,
Away from those whom I hold as most dear--
Such is the way we have ordered our lives.
When I looked out my window yesterday,
I saw that, passing under cloudy skies,
Birds were flying, mostly in one way,
Cars were driving by, and walkers walked,
And I still sat at home alone and thought
About words spoken when the people talked,
Which I will never hear--not that I ought.
But, looking out upon the world from here,
I can at least pretend I do not fear.