A Shut In
An eccentric man's thoughts looking out his window.
Coffee starts my morning
I hear faint sounds of children…
I light a cigarette and the smoke rises
I peer out of my window,
behind curtains and my disguise.
The streets are full of people,
They are busy with the day…
They have no clue where they are going
They are Just bodies on display.
Rushing through the moment
Keeping up with what comes next…
If they only knew what they were doing
They might stop… and take a breath.
Who are these people, and…?
Where the hell do they come from?
It seems that they are strangers…
For I know not anyone.
But I sit here in the window
Behind a curtain worn, and stained
Perhaps I am the one … they do not know,
The one peering through this window pane.
Antony King 2018