In waiting until now,
is that not a decision in itself?

My window is closing.

When it was wide open,
I made no effort to prop it there. 
Now closed, except a sliver,
the effort is almost insurmountable.

I leave it to the universe.

If a little one sneaks through that gap,
they’re mine for eternity.

If it remains empty until closed,
then that’s what’s meant to be.