Draw a Window
With crayons or words, draw a picture of a window. Hang it on a blank wall. Climb out the window into another world.
With crayons and pieces of paper, I entered the empty room.
I sat on the floor and drew pictures all day.
One day I held a picture against the bare wall:
it was a window. Climbing through,
I stood in a sloping field
at dusk. As I began walking, night settled.
Far ahead in the valley, I saw the lights
of a village, and always at my back, I felt
the white room swallowing what was passed.
Give the poem a picture
right off, BANG, from the beginning.
With hook and wire
and your small gold hammer,
hang it on the blank wall.
It’s a painting of a window.
There’s a ledge below the window
and a pond beyond.
From the ledge, then the sill,
step up and on through
into the rocking rowboat.
Weeping willows trail their fingertips
and cattails stand in the shallows.
You row with tiny strokes,
moving to the center.
Alone on the pond,
you could fish for meaning,
or just lie back
in your painted boat