Beyond The Window Frames

What wonders await beyond the window frames?
Yesterday the first day I looked out and saw
The streets full of flashes of cars
The strange slowness of park pathways
One high-rise, two church steeples
A city scene unchanging, I thought
And I imagined where I might go to find the next scene
Angles full of meaning

But as I sit still and my nervousness fades into the blue dusk
The window frames relax into the crosswalks beyond
And each changing light is more than the last

Nights wait impatiently
To waft in from beyond the windowpanes
To whisper of secrets