Tiny Windows expose WHOLE NEw WOrlds.....

Growing up in an apartment seemed abit confined....I mean it's not like you can go to your back porch , stretch your arms up and breath in the fresh air and savor your backyard view.
Well, atleast not from the apartment i grew up in.
Hardly!
I am finding out that being older and having a home in the "BURBS"....ONE can't pick one's neighbors and if your dog's pee makes spot's in "their" GREEN GRASS...just KNOW you will certainly hear about IT....BECAUSE DON'T YA KNOW....THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER ON THE OTHER SIDE......

IN Many ways i prefer the city life....
Your FLower beds can't be compaired , your dandelions and weeds don't need controlling
and your mailboxes are safe inside a wall...free from teenage angst and their baseball bats.

I remember the tiny windows held life's/ worlds ~that with a pair of good Binoculars could bring
me into quietly. YAY, ok alittle "REAR WINDOW", HITCHCOCK style....alittle Peeping Tom Style
but~ hey~ as a youth, adorned in innocence, i learned some stuff......

some not so much asked for, like sexual positions i never EVER would have guessed
and with that thought.....HMMMMM...putting my bed next to a window without a curtain
became an ingrained awareness......

I also learned that viewing people's cribs from penthouse balcony's
has you getting an entire building to close curtains on you
and shut the whole game down. SIGH.......

Ah the STUFF you can learn from dwelling in the city.
I think one of the most magical things that triggers my
curiousity....
is like the way the night sky holds thousands of tiny lights
millions of miles away.....
through the city at night, these lights emanate
a similar sense to me
~of tiny little worlds all around me..







Some apartments have their lights off
and others'
the warm lighting, or perhaps a fluorescent glow, the newer bulbs that have
a kind of generic flavor,
the brownstones with their larger windows allowing one to get a
taste of Decor.....
all these windows, holes within a tree....
boxes upon boxes of individual belonging
and yet all apart of one whole.....
where they can't bat eachother's mailboxes
and judge one anothers grassy weeds.....

I miss the city for my kids upbringing.
I do believe that a sense of one amongst many
has the EGo humbled in knowing
that you are not the only one...
When walking down the street you
are faced with diversity
forced to acknowledge
a self outside of onesself

and that a dandelion can be blown into
the wind
holding an individual wish
of hope
that if many could coexist in
the concrete Jungle
that perhaps the
SUBRUBANS
could learn how to
cherish One another's
differences... & Stop cutting down
all the tree's and spreading
toxic fertilizers......so the grass
can be greener.....and fencing in
what they think belongs to them
when in fact
it was here before us
and will be here after we're gone


because in all reality
she;s watching us silently......
it's her call how the Dandelion seeds
will fall
or rise for that matter~