Through Windows

Through windows
I glimpse a life
That is not my own

Fleeting glances
Into a stranger’s psyche
Watching, with fascination
Movements and routines
That are alien to me

Screening sound
Omitting noises
So all I perceive are the images

Shades and shadows,
Blurred faces
As if from an ancient distant TV set
Or a portal into another dimension

And I,
Caught in limbo
The observer, unknown, unrecognized
And feeling more real
Than before


2 thoughts on “Through Windows

  1. There’s something about people watching that does make you feel more real. Perhaps it’s because it makes you live in the moment instead of thinking about yourself. =)

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