simple

life is complicated
love is simple

unfolding

this has been happening for awhile now
this unfolding
this returning
this opening
this
this

a window

I sit at my desk and notice movements from this window throughout the day.
A woman used to live there and now this is his place.
He pokes his head out several times a day, for a cigarette.
On this day he was watching the sun move through the sky.
On this day, I watched him sigh.

sometimes what you have been looking for has really been here all along
right on your counter
right in the sunlight
right under your nose