fly by

I wait by the window

hoping a thought would fly by

perhaps perch at the sill 

for a moment or two 

before flapping its wings again

-taking to the air

taking me with it.

Or it'd knock on my doors,

I might even answer not

For I avoid all who come

with things to think and do.

But as the knocking persists

I'd run to comply

And open the door wide-

Lest it should wander off

leaving me to myself