A LONELY MEDIUM

A Lonely Medium

By Ben Nardolilli

Windows are not the same any more.

They used to be minor portals-

A way for the walls of buildings

To open up so I could see

Flashes of comedy and drama between 

And behind the bricks and concrete

Now, the buildings are nothing 

But window after window

On top of one another and side to side,

Smooth surfaces running together

And all black no matter 

What goes on inside or outside of them.

They only display faint outlines, 

Brief, hollow reflections that flutter

Whether there is a light

Glowing on the other side or not, 

They all seem to mirror my ghostly face

Struggling to find a scene to view