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