Just Outside My Window
From where I sit, I watch the spring leaves grow green, and
the rain pitter-patters against the glass. Creating a mosaic
of spring colors that glide down my window.
Spring turns to summer, one of my favorite times of the year.
The heat comes and the moisture dries in the grassy field that
lays just yonder. Meanwhile, a rabbit is hopping past.
As the days become shorter, I can feel in my bones,
that fall has come. A myriad of colors consumes the branches.
My window, once again, becomes a painting as the rain drips.
Inside I sit, staring at the white blanket we call winter
the leaves have fallen and only the little birds swoop
through the air, in search of a bug, or two.
Sometimes it is nice to sit and stare, but often,
I need to remind myself, that
just outside my window, the world begins.
About this poem
This poem was written with the intention of encouraging others to step outside of thier comfort zone and start engaging with their dreams. I use the motif of watching your dreams go by, season after season, from a window. This idea is pulled from a quote I learned while I was working as an outdoor educator (teaching backpacking, rock climbing, etc.) for Outward Bound that goes like this: “A ship in harbor is safe, but that isn’t what a ship is for.”
When I learned this quote, life began clicking for me. Humans are safe in house, but that isn’t where we are meant to live. I truly believe this. As humans, we physically capable and evolutionarily evolved to walk long distances. Pair the ability to move for long hours with our oversized brains that encourage curiousity, this means living a nomadic life is what we should be doing! We should be exploring and challenging ourselves to live out our dreams.
