The Strange Window

This morning, I am looking through this window

of the second floor of this lovely little house

and inside I see this person dancing

and breathing a joyed word to the Sun.

When night falls, I look through the window

and they metamorphose into

a Fibonacci spiral, just infinitely tightening.

And the next morning as I look through the window

of the second floor of the lovely little house

there is only stillness and white walls, 

as if no one inhabited that space

at all.