I unlatch it with both hands,
the old frame tottering,
as if it, too, has waited for this moment.
The air rushes in—
wild, unburdened,
cool against my face,
tangling itself in my hair
like something alive.
Outside, the trees bow and rise,
their leaves trembling,
as if whispering—
Yes, yes, this is the way.
And I, standing here,
barefoot and quiet,
feel something shift inside me,
something long held loosening,
lifting like dust in the sunlight.
I do not close the window.
Not now.
Not ever.
Photo credits: Interior of a bedroom with lots of plants vintage style, Pexels.
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30 Responses
I love summer when I can just leave a window open… but as for now I keep it closed 🙂
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
“Something alive,” like your poetry, Sanaa, which makes us breathe in sensations and images of the release of what has long been bound. Stunning write, my friend. Love too the suspenseful opening, literal and metaphorical.
Thank you so much, my dear Dora 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🥂
Just open a window to be released. So simple. Beautiful writing, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Nolcha 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
‘Tis how Eros called on Psyche – sported her off to Olympus on a breeze. And Sappho swooned, just like the speaker her. Yum.
Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I could read this again and again: to be savoured like a wonderful small cup of coffee. That moment, almost blessed, and how strong your verse is, how well it works without the trappings of pondering rhyme. A masterpiece.
That is such high praise! Thank you so much, Ain 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I can imagine what a beautiful day it is!
Definitely! Thank you so much for stopping by 💄❤️
A stunning poem, Sanaa, in which you made the window into a saviour and a release. I look forward to warmer weather when we can open windows again. I love the personification of the window also waiting for the moment when it is opened, and how you made me feel the air rushing in, and the feeling of ‘something long held loosening, lifting like dust in the sunlight’. The window is also a metaphor for you opening up to something. Romance?
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
PS: Yes, romance 😊
such a gentle opening Sanaa and a real fresh breath of poetry – delightful to read
Thank you so much, my dearest Laura 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Succinct, sensual, beautiful.
Thank you so much, Shay 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Leave that window open, girl!! ;D
Definitely! 😉 Thanks for stopping by Carol 💄❤️
This is a delicious poem Sanaa. I love all your wonderful descriptions of the wind coming in and tangling your hair like something alive…
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
That was beautiful, Sanaa! I could feel the healing taking place.
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“Lifting the dust in the sunlight” wonderful imagery. Great poem, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I so love this, Sanaa! Gorgeously rendered. 💖💖
Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I love this Sanaa, you often recall romantic relationships but this encounter with the breeze is dizzying…
Thank you so much, Andrew 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️