by the window

I enter the house of your soul by the window.
up the creeping vines i climb
and bang on your glass.

You better get dressed soon because you might be naked
or wake up because you might be sleeping.

The right way would be to knock on your front door.
perhaps bring some flowers,
or make an appointment before.
and sit in your sitting room and chit-chat
about the weather and cars and politics.
and food
while sipping tea
then perhaps a stroll into the kitchen,
or to your balcony
to marvel at the marvelous view
then i would leave. with a smile and courteous bow.

but i have no words for sitting room talk
i have no ears for chit-chat
i have no manners.
my shoes are always muddy,
they will soil your beautiful carpets and your clean furniture.

so excuse me while i scramble up to your window
and bang on the glass of your soul.

--Dedicated to everyone i know.