An old window

Like abandoned railroads
that lead to nowhere,
a broken window
opens into
an unyielding sky,
and stares at me
from across the road.
Guarded by
a grid of iron bars,
an empty house inside,
the vast open sky beyond,
the window
its glasspanes still intact,
pristine in its purposeless beauty,
outstands its surroundings;
a dilapidated building,
falling apart inside-out,
cables dangling around
like broken necklaces,
as the unhappy smell
of damp rust
rises from old drain-pipes;
homes breaking up inside,
families breaking down,
a lonely tree outside,
head bowed down,
in defeated submission,
its lush green branches
raised heavenwards,
painstakingly,
heavy with the burden of life!

An old window,
frozen in time,
opening
into the past perhaps,
obedient, unthinking.