The Window

Who is the that man
in the window,
Who rolls up
in a wheelchair,
Care-giver behind?

We stand outside;
he inside.
The pane between us;
masks concealing
Our smiles,
our whimpers.

But, we wave,
gesture hugs,
Blow kisses
to that man
In the window.

Can he see us,
through his
Reflection from
the inside?

Can he recognize
us at such
A distance,
we wave longer,
Wondering.

A smile, briefly,
then his gaze
Drifts off.
Who are those
people outside,
Through
the window?

About hermitsdoor

Up here in the mountains, we have a saying, "You can't get there from here", which really means "We wouldn't go the trouble to do that". Another concept is that "If you don't know, we ain't telling." For the rest, you'll have to read between the lines.
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2 Responses to The Window

  1. I’d heard that you’d braved the journey. Hope all is well – your Cuz

    • hermitsdoor says:

      My tactic was to look pretty scary to keep lots of room from folks. I wore my Wheeling Nailers (hockey team) hoodie which has a hockey mask and large spikes on it (or as Dave said, walk-on extra in the next Fredie Kruger movie). I think that on the one flight that and enough passengers to fill both the aisle and window seats, my row filled last. I will miss my visit with my aunt though this round.

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