Personification of a Window

Window

I sweat in the summer and in the winter.

I’m rarely evenly heated. 

I can be cold on the inside and hot on the outside.

Bothersome pests land on my skin to rest from their busy buzzing schedule.

Every twenty to thirty lights,

A singing adversary tries to break my defenses. 

That stupid adversary always makes a hollow thud on my proud chest and falls down.

Into regions unknown. 

Outside the earth’s hands wave with the breeze. 

Daily I am assaulted by the feet of an insistent barking creature.

He whines when he sees the inside two footed inhabitants wander,  

Muddy prints pounded

On the opposite side of me.

I block most of his sound. 

The inward creatures hear faint cries. 

Eventually they let him in. 

I can be warm on the inside and cold on the outside. 

When that happens, a thin coating creeps up my skin

Tattooing patterns. 

The inside creatures spend lights gone. 

But when the light is gone, they imitate it on the opposite side of me. 

They grab thicker skins that outside creatures have. 

Lay dormant. 

They look at my skin, at their own reflections. 

A creature on the outside can see through my thin form. 

But the inner creature can only see themselves.

Not me.

I am the guardian of the borders of their territories.

I see both sides.

Solid creatures from both inside and out

Run into my firm chest and back. 

I shake, but don’t move.

I take my job seriously

The only way to make me fail is a surprise attack of great strength. 

I divide the disagreeable belligerent borders. 

They push up against me. 

Hot and cold.

Cold and hot.

Outward creatures and inner creatures.

Even scents of the outer world can affect the inner creatures. 

I am the guard of differences, and I help by only letting in and out 

Necessary things.