My Windows.

Early morning
After dawn:
The windows dry
The bedroom cold.

I clear dust from the panes
Rouse my plants, and rouse my spirits.
Feed the living, mourn the dead.

Early evening
After dusk:
The windows fogged
The bathroom cooling.

I clear water from the panes
Calm my fears, and calm my tangles.
Drink in slumber, wait in dream.