My eyes are double glazed
and yours are sash windows
letting everything in, dust
dancing in the light, we might
be afraid now of what could
happen, we might wait too
long like the man on the roof
waiting to be rescued by God,
not realising that God was
in everything, sending everything
we might be waiting for opportunity
we want to strive

dot dot dot

yet we stand here in the
dust, your windows letting
everything in and we do
nothing, too double glazed
in case of storms, in case

dot dot dot

 in case



Sam Rose is a three-time cancer survivor, and this fact has set up home in a corner of her brain. No amount of shooing will usher it from its campsite, so she flings many words at it in the hopes of keeping it pacified. She is the editor of Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine and The Creative Truth, and has been published in several literary magazines and anthologies. Find her throwing words around on Twitter @writersamr and at