Window Migrations

My poetry mentor at Hamilton College was the distinguished poet Shahid Agha. I enjoyed learning from him. This was one of the last poems he helped me craft, and I know that he was thrilled with the last two lines. He passed away from brain cancer many years ago, but I hope his poetry won't be forgotten.

Window Migrations

Riding the arc of smooth stone

Bones scatter and disperse

Through window time

Loudly

Migrating from identity

I wade through mirrors

Place them scattered on fallen windows

Where bone chips lay

Limitless

Why is it windows

Stop my melding bones

Lost on migrations

Between worlds

I punch cold glass

Cut my hand

I'm so desperate

With windows