Blurred by Kaitie Eddy

Rain drags down the glass of a windowpane,
but you don’t notice. The only thing you see
are your own eyes staring back steady
as they hover in that transparent void,
a glass prison that they’ve employed
to ensure they’d never move again.

Transfixed by the white noise falling
around, your mind follows suit,
sitting there so long about to take root
on that worn-out window seat.
You feel the noise tingle in your feet,
but you stay. You never think how calming

a rainy day actually is until you find
yourself staring at blurred lights
through streaks running down right
in front of you. You are refreshed
and renewed with each drop left--
a hypnotic cure the earth designed.

You peer through the glass at the blurred
edges of the world, dazed by how
peaceful it is. You’ve realized now
From your time sitting there
you’ve never seen the world so clear.
Those hazy edges have you cured.