Dear Yuri
I don’t often look out of my window. But I know that many look in.
They see me dance for I am a dancer,
They see my paint for I am an artist,
They seem me singing for I am a performer,
And they see my laugh for I am with friends.
Not many people hear me from inside my house. But many sounds drift in the windows.
I hear cars and trucks, delivering important things,
I hear possums and birds, wandering around,
I hear neighbours and pets, living their lives,
I hear silence most often and that’s a lovely sound.
When I do look out my window, I always look up,
To the sun which gives life and that we love so much
To the wide open sky that gets clearer by the day
To the moon that brings light in the dark
And the stars that have meaning whether we believe it or not.
And whilst I am happy living in my home,
I dream of a day, I can hop on a plane,
Go too far off destinations and find stories to share.
I’ll put them in a book,
And give it to you,
But in person.
One day, there won’t be a pane of glass and 6 feet of air.