Writings in the Sand

The Cloistered Life

I mentioned to someone the other day that if I didn't seek out the information, I could go all day without knowing if it was sunny or cloudy or whether it was night or day. I like to cover windows for privacy. But a window they can't see into, is a window I can't see out of.

And then I was looking for something to write about and came across this prompt from "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT "  :

WRITE A POEM ABOUT SOMETHING YOU AREN’T SURE OF


The two concepts seemed to go together, especially for an indoor writer, thus:

The Cloistered Life


The sun may be rising
or it may be that sunset will fall.
I don’t know if it’s raining,
Or if leaves have started to fall.

Though I cannot see, I think
(but could not to it swear)
that beyond the shaded windows
the world is still out there.