I put this window in
with my Dad

(well, I …helped him) .

large & huge
it fell on my left foot

in the putting in
my Dad cursed

heavy with hurt
& my mother angry...with him.

This window
is what

I saw my life
through

teeming with happenings
sorrowings…happinesses.

At night
I still go back

& steal into
my dreams

cut that window out
with the sharp blade of my imagination

place it ‘round
my neck

and climb back out
into reality


a memory
ninja.

No animals are ever harmed
in the making of this film

of my dream.

I walk once more
on earth

with an invisible
cut-out old window

stuck upon
my face

seeing once again
how I saw then

a child
becoming...man.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeing-once-again-how-i-saw-then-for-lyn/