neglected window

Now the world is a voice asleep, not language.
Plants growing on the window pane
when Nature decides to decorate the vehicle with what we called weeds

But it is worrying to hear that the world remains open to the possibility of being
interpreted by Her
filled with His laughter
consoled by their nocturnal moans and groans

another Son and another Daugther
grandparents they will be
great great grandparents to fertilise
the soil, the seed
another plant
fruits packed in crates, in the market
or the weeds for another neglected window of another haphazardly etched morning