my thoughts

what part
of the shaded window
can i afford myself
the luxury
of watching through
 
i can sit  
well into after sunset
but none turn away tired
and all these thoughts
well established
 
playfully waiting each in turn
succumbing to the rights  
of the others
but one distinct notion
in my mind, in these moments
 
each,
no matter in which order,  
they perform their one duty,
to think of you