A Window will be Thrust Open
A window will be thrust open
where you forgot there was one,
a glow as of noon will be thrown
over your working hands, over your tired face.
You will look into the mirror
and find upon yourself the gaze of an absent one,
you will look into the eyes of a stranger
and find there your face as if steeped in sunset.
You will run down the road
to overtake your shadow,
you will push through all your doubts
to hold that hand, to clasp it tight.
Christina Egan © 2003