The Good Life
--Mark Strand 

You stand at the window.
There is a glass cloud in the shape of a heart.
There are the wind’s sighs that are like caves
.....in your speech.
You are the ghost in the tree outside. 

The street is quiet.
The weather, like tomorrow, like your life,
is partially here, partially up in the air.
There is nothing that you can do. 

The good life gives no warning.
It weathers the climates of despair
and appears, on foot, unrecognized, offering nothing,
and you are there.