the brown empty branches

look like family from far away

from close up

you see the space between

wandering in the fog

of my own shadow

feigning disbelief

that I had no answers

thought I’d seen every photograph

in your album

with a change of lens

memories take a whole new shape

I should have done more

if i was willing

the blowing wind reminds me

to focus on the space between

You can read more of Ian’s writing on looking in your window