Life Behind Lit Windows Called upon again to drive The air as cold in my blue van as the night without Dinner left behind to its own heat The cranky engine warms I settle back and look for life behind lit windows Taking the curves wide I search kitchens for steam. Blue rooms amber rooms Upstairs windows shining bright Edge of cupboard glimpse of portrait rows and rows of colored books Sometimes whole rooms appear with such lustre of light such perspective of nook and beam that I can see back and back tablefuls of celebration alcoves of despair. Tonight I am just a tired driver taking comfort in the hour of safe return. People come home preheat the oven take a bath admire the suspension of spirits in a crystal glass drink them in. ~ Ruthanne (Rufus) Collinson Ruthanne (Rufus) Collinson has lived and loved in Gloucester all of her life. She worked for 25 years as Director of Publications for Project Adventure and served as Gloucester’s poet laureate for four years (2009-2013).
A note from Ruthanne Collinson:
Being Poet Laureate is such a great honor and blessing to do what you love for the place that you love. I worked with the schools and the senior center; and, in addition to the Poet Laureate column in the Gloucester Times. I wrote poems for city events. I loved working with the schools. I would take the students on silent walks and then bring them back to the classroom and have them write what they saw and felt. It was always Amazing. I met many wonderful people through the Poet Laureate column as well.

Evening drives I await for those window scenes. I prefer a driver so I can sit cross legged in the passenger seat. I stare out the side window like a movie screen. Each window frame reminds me of a movie needing to be spliced together to tell a story. Thanks for the ride.
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