Standing once again
looking out another window
longing for the un-nameable.
As I gaze into the emptiness
I am certain there are other women
gazing blindly out other windows....
I am comforted by that knowing.

I have a story, I have a life
I've done what was expected of me.
Still, my moments at the window
unite with my mid-night wanderings
through an empty house.

Even at the height and fullness of a joyful life
I find myself at the window looking
for the comfort I have come to find there.
I touch the core of myself
as I feel the Oneness of other women
gazing into themselves
from their own windows of reflection.

Know that I am there sisters
at every window
in every longing
in every celebration
beside you, gazing out
into the Spirit of Woman......

~ Terra Goretzka