Wednesday, December 3, 2014


I could be one of the lit windows
in your neighborhood.

Late night, when you
listened to the noisy city streets

tentatively searching
for a familiar soul,

I would watch your silhouette
framed on the side of a building

long enough to invent a story
which explained your presence

and hope we could meet again
in sleeplessness.

(To the stranger who's been watching my exercise on existing closely for long hours this week)


  1. Love the possibilities, the images.

  2. You have written so engagingly of the tentative relationship between strangers... there is the sense of isolation and the sense of reaching out. No one wants to be alone.