I watch my life through a coffee shop window
Those people walking by, walking out of my peripheral
As I sit in one place musing over the seen and the unseen
Some take notice of me, and our eyes meet through
dusty finger-printed glass
I both see them and me, them more so than me
We all linger briefly, me in the their eyes, them in mine
dully noted and quickly forgotten
I can not see all of the sky
I can not see all of the roofs
I can not know where the cars come from
where the cars are going
only chance can bring the outside in
to sit beside me
to share a warm drink
to acknowledge each other’s life
and then
it will be gone just as unexpectedly as it arrived.
