And These Walls

I see the mountains from where I sit
I see trees
I see flowers
I see prairie dogs
I see rabbits
I see the sunset
But I’m surrounded
By one window
And these four walls
I can see the world around me
I feel as though I can almost touch it
I hear people walking by
I hear birds singing
I hear crickets chirping
I hear the wind
Blowing across the glass in front of my face
It’s there
And I am here
Behind the window
And these walls
I can smell a barbecue beginning
I can smell a fireplace burning
I can smell a freshly cut lawn
I can smell a world living
Going on as if I am not there
But here I stay
Behind this damn window
And these cold, lifeless walls