i look out the window

28 september 1994

i look out the window
and see the sun
peeking out from behind a tree
and i feel happy
oh not because of the sun or the tree
just because
because i am in a place where
i am acknowledged
appreciated
and loved
oh it's not the perfect place
not by far
but it will do for the moment
infinitely better than
what i had before
but not nearly as good
as what is to come
it is
however
a stepping stone
and that
in itself
is enough