Through Tinted Windows

"Poem of the Night" (Day 1)

Inspired by the tinted windows of the car we drove in to Cabin 2

Through the tinted windows of glass

I feel an unnecessary barrier

between the world outside and me.

I can see all the drivers on the road,

the begging children on the street, 

but they cannot see me. 

I feel like I have no right to have access to their world.

But on a brighter note, 

the tinted windows of glass were shattered

when one of us struck up conversation,

when the other called us "family", 

when you taught us your songs

and we taught you ours. 

When, 

in the middle of the Sumatran forest, 

in the middle of the night, 

all that mattered

was that we were making music together, 

combining our worlds

so that when you made music and 

looked into our eyes, 

you reached into our soul, 

without saying anything at all, 

And the tinted windows of our eyes, 

like melting ice, 

disappeared, 

leaving behind only 

comfort 

and warmth.