September 28, 2022 - Cameron Colan’s “Window Still”

Window Still by Cameron Colan

Smoking cigarettes on the window sill

few places as serine, few places the minds feels this still 

staring out into a sea of cement and sin

this little place, makes one grateful for the skin they’re in

time races by, in front of the half city, half sky

to feel alone surrounded by millions

floating; a moment that millions of moments can rest in

time & time again 

the window sill offers peace

time & time against

time & against time again

time & time again you see bonafide madness navigating this concrete disaster granting each
a beautiful strangeness that at moments makes each inhabitant feel like an angel’s bastard 

a place to lose yourself 

a place to be found 

a window sill

a place to rest the mind with your feet off the ground 

inhale, hold it in, take a look around 

the city’s symphony, a cacophony, pure calamity 

yet on the window sill one feels only a single sound

terrestrial symbiosis woven within mythical prosperity

you think “nothing too special” 

yet these moment meet you in a way that’s supernatural 

the breeze blows through your hair, a smile cracks upon your face and right there you become grateful for not just this moment but this entire place

Thank you City for the pain, Thank you city for the grace, 

thank you for this moment of stillness, thank you for allowing me to run in your rat race

for even though off of this window sill you come at us with an unbearable pace upon it you feel gentle dragging across our skin, tickling, akin to a piece of silk or lace;

far off from the cries, crashes or needles we feel all over this place 

even with the smoke in my eyes 

even with your games & lies 

these manmade mountains sparkle 

even on a night like this, black as charcoal

time & time again 

whether it was a day full of play or one that left the head aspin 

the window sill accepts its call

granting each a moment to feel free

still, a bit above it all