one way of looking at it

there’s one way of looking at it

(I assumed the only way) 

from within–through the kitchen window, say

onto a soon-to-be brightening morning streetscape

looking over the top of the newspaper,
the coffee mug

maybe even the cigarette burning between your fingers

an interiority

small aperture eyes 
looking through 
transparent glass

morning air

guarded by an operculum 
of assumptions
an obscuring 

flash of light outside?

watch(ing) out