NaPoWriMo - day #5

I am connected to the woman
That phantomed housewife
who stood on her tip-toes
almost 100 years ago 
to stare out the window
I stand in front of now
for a glimpse of the birds.

Have the robins always come here?
Is it in their nature to know
when someone longs to fly away? 

She shares a special longing,
manufactured in the heart
of looking up and out 
from a place that feels like
drowning.