Closing the Window

Go ahead — shut the window,
draw the curtain, let the outside hush itself.
If the rocks need to move,
let them toss without sound,
like dancers shedding what they’ve carried too long.

No birds now.
And if one dares to sing —
let it sing beyond me.
Let silence take its turn.

It’s not time yet —
not for the marshes to breathe again,
not for the light to find its way
back through the rocks.

So shut the window.
Not to forget the wind,
but to watch it from here —
to see how it sweeps the rocks clean,
how it carries old shadows sideways, like stories leaving.

Let the world keep moving out there,
and let me pause in here —
still,
not hiding,
just watching everything shift
without needing to follow.

Idea and concept crafted by Hamid Attig,
inspired by Robert Frost’s (1874–1963) poem "Now Close the Windows."