Partition

Were you startled by the suddenness
Of the face in the window,
Passing by slowly, expressionless,
Yet every desire directed toward you?
But the window, the clear
Pane inside the fragile frame, numb
To the touch, and fogged, slightly,
To avoid unwelcome peering,
Stays unopened, closed off
From elements, both glorious
And harsh; stays sealed
When the world offers a breeze;
Remains flat and undisturbed.

There is a boy a few feet away
And he has a stone.


--Boris Victor Stecko