The window in my room is four feet away from the chair I sit
four steps to take if I open it
and feast my eyes on the rolling green fields meeting the horizon;
there, the distance in my vision faces a wall.
To move on, I open the windows of my mind and heart.
They overtake the obstacle of the eyes and fly over;
to lands, I traveled to decades ago
to people on the other side of the Atlantic
and far beyond.
The mental traveler has no distance restrictions
and flies to loved ones gone to the land of no return
and a country left behind long, long ago.
In nostalgic moods,
I close my eyes, put off the limitations of my eyes
and open the floodgate of love and loved ones
in my mind’s eyes.
Loved ones hug me and hold me beyond their times
and happiness is all mine.
Tulip Chowdhury writes from Georgia, USA.
