loneliness

Loneliness,
Through a basement window,
Is like the single shaft and head of grass waving
At me in the cold, November wind.
I look through that window too
As I feel the same wind
Catch my hair,
Chill my bones,
Freeze my brain,
Before the tears can flow.
My jaw is set,
And once again I move
To meet tomorrow,
Framed by my basement window.

Cy, Nov, 1982