Horizons from his tower room
reach out beyond the city's brink...
the urban squall would not allow
a focused mind that yearns to think.
This lonely room with lab arrays
implores to find the missing link.
Diseases' cures are still in need
of finding by the precious few
who hide behind a mask or wall,
avoiding public déjà vu,
but free to concentrate their skill
on brilliant deeds long overdue.
The world is better off, indeed,
because the doctor has a place
where he can study, take his notes,
experiment, and yet, embrace
his view from windows high above
the chaos of the human race.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana. All poetry and photos are copyrighted © 2007-2018 by Jack Huber, all rights reserved.