Poetry Thursday

Sometimes there isn't a poem demanding to be shared. Sometimes poetry is the last thing on your mind, maybe because there's so much else going on you're in a spin and can hardly stop to breathe. Sometimes  time pressure paralyses you, makes choices impossible, sends strategies skittering to the sidelines. Sometimes it's time for lateral thinking...

I offer you, instead of someone else's carefully set-down thoughts, a moment for your own reflection - two windows - make of them what you will. Haikus, anyone?