Sheltering in Place

This is the window of the room where I look out at the world,
through the trees, past the small scatter of homes to the lake,
and above it, a sky that wears weather like hats —
something for every occasion.

There is nothing frightening in this view.
The setting sun, a waning flame on the horizon
backed by a smoky scrim, is a theatrical performance
I watch from the safety of my home.

While somewhere else, someone I will likely never know
is watching the same sun rising as they begin their day
of sheltering in, astonished by a sunrise
that performs for their pleasure alone.

14 thoughts on “Sheltering in Place

  1. So lovely, Mary! I got a little bit ‘chill-bumpy’ when I read this. It exemplifies the fact that we all share a common humanity and how nature has the power to bring out the best in us.

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  2. Kayınların arasında
    Bir pencere sarı sıcak
    Ben ordan geçerken biri
    Amca dese gir içeri
    Ben ordan geçerken biri
    Amca dese gir içeri
    Girip yerden selamlasam
    Hane içindekileri
    Girip yerden selamlasam
    Hane içindekileri
    Yedi tepeli şehrimde
    Bıraktım gonca gülümü
    Yedi tepeli şehrimde
    Bıraktım gonca gülümü
    Ne ölümden korkmak ayıp
    Ne de düşünmek ölümü
    Ne ölümden korkmak ayıp
    Ne de düşünmek ölümü
    nazım hikmetinn bu güzel şiiri aklıma gelir

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  3. Oh how I love this.
    I have often thought about others in a far away place from where I am, looking at the same sun or moon.
    It’s quite miraculous in a way ❤

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