the window facing the woods

it's a perfect window.
on the second floor.
framed, and set
in 1968,
facing the woods,
just the woods and a narrow
stream
that snakes
and changes its curves
each season
by wind, by rain.
it's hard to raise at times,
the sashes
wood, the screen
in place.
what thoughts were
had
that year, leaning out
of the new house,
as the world
went slightly
mad,
in 1968.