The Window Shopper

Woken up by the outside noise

Still tired and sleepy

He opens his eyes on a new day

Puts on his worn out smile

And a scruffy coat of good mood

For the lonely day is cold

 

Looks out the window

The weather is as usual

Winds of people in suits

Clouds of blank looks

Drops of angry faces and car horns

 

“Where to go today? What to do?”

He sets out, looking for adventure

Amazed by the world, and its potential

Eyes ahead, looking at every detail

Seeking his chance

Looking for a fading cloud

 

His head held high

Curiosity in his eyes

Strangers to his left

Unknowns to his right

In the crowd a familiar face

Nods a hello and keeps on

 

Through the glass, he sees himself

His head as if he wears those clothes

He drifts away, his mind afloat

He’s somewhere else, he’d never been

A house, a family and all he needs

Feels at peace...

Then shook back

By the hail of noise of what surrounds

 

Forward he goes, and doesn’t look back

Eyes forward, his smile still wide

A ray of sun shines ahead!

The park is there, with a bench to spare

He grabs a seat, and looks around

The colors of groups, the warmth of laughs

He takes it in, as a scarf of hope

That fits along his scruffy coat

 

On the way back

The winds blow more

It’s not like this morning

With suits and blank looks

The noise is anew…

But that of laughter and songs

Of families and friends

That flow quite strong

 

He holds his scarf tight

Pushes his way through

Is it time to go home?

Rather nowhere else to be

Heads back to where he is alone

Dusts off his smile and hangs his coat

For tomorrow is another day

But the forecast is unknown

Author's Note

This is my first attempt for a non-Rhyme Poem, any review is therefore helpful :)