Photography- Photographer Lydia Bond
The room wasn’t made for looking out
Window opens to brick,
two feet away.
No view.
Just the same wall day after day,
with a drainpipe
and a pigeon that comes by at four.
First morning you’re annoyed.
Second morning you notice things—
how light hits that brick at noon,
how it changes by five.
The way rain runs down the pipe in thin lines,
always the same route.
By day three
you’re waiting for the pigeon.
Not every room needs a view.
Some just need something steady
to come back to.