One day I saw my neighbor through my kitchen window as he stared down at his hands. I felt as if I knew what he was thinking in this moment

Open Kitchen Window

I saw a neighbor man

Through my kitchen window

The Texas Sun was pouring down

Heat in buckets of thick yellow rays

He was captured in the moment

Staring down at his hands

Ungloved, and dappled with age

He recalled his past, long passed

I wondered as I looked

And saw my hands framed in the window

My past, long and longed for

Today pours down its blue and yellow

If youth is not wasted on the young,

Would not these memories be the poorer?

I saw a fish jump up from Redhead Pond

To see the man who stared down at his hands