Poem: The Face in the Window

The Face in the Window

The face stares out of the window,
distorted, too large for life,
a reminder

that few things are as we see them,
that our truths are often ours alone,
our vision distorted

by time, heartache, and joy;
by lenses of pain and circumstance
that color all we see

with a wash of emotion,
and that the hardest thing
is to see what is

not just for ourselves,
but others, to realize
that the face staring back at us

is likely our own,
no matter who
we think it is.

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The picture was taken at the Swinging Bridge restaurant in Paint Bank, Virginia. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom