The Window, The Sea

the window is the window:
the glass, the same
the wall, the same
the same  house

the same sea,
never the same,
not for a moment
not the air, nor the water.

when I close my eyes
to the window’s glow
the sea takes everything:
my lungs, my hair, my hands on the table

the sea is not the same but it floats me
through the same window
the cries of sea-birds far below
me lost in the fog

The Daily Post: Glow