After Midnight

Photo by Sasha Freemind on Unsplash

A window pane, a blank, defined

panel of blue in black, you find

as evidence of life in this

indifferent metropolis.

Recursions of a stymied mind,

flickerings magnify a blind

computer or TV aligned

with someone else who is amiss,

a window pane

itself. This midnight is the kind

in which, no matter how you wind

the dial, you hear only the hiss

of static leaked by an abyss

until you sense out there, behind

a window, pain.