I’m Still Here – Beth Hallows
I sit and watch the people from my window seat.
I could sit and watch strangers for hours. Somehow, it calms me
Admiring what they are wearing, wondering where they are going, questioning why they are laughing; it brings me peace.
I find inspiration in the strangers I watch. I wonder if they are like me. I wonder if they are sad.
The city is buzzing with runners and joggers, drivers and j-walkers. But to me, it is quiet.
People are so interesting; I become intrigued to know why a couple is carrying cardboard boxes filled with bubble gum pink gift bags.
I want to know
Why some people look so angry. Why their steps are so deliberate, why their faces are frozen.
People shout, people smile, and I want to know what for.
But some people look different
They are sad. It’s in the way their shoulders hang
And suddenly, I am with them.
My coffee gets cold, but still, I sit and watch
Because guessing the lives of these strangers makes me feel so much more
More than a cup of coffee ever could.
I think I see people I used to know, and a double take makes me realize they are not but
I wonder where everyone is going
How they got there, where they plan to go after it.
I wonder if people are lost; not just in the metaphorical sense, but literally too.
There is something in watching all these people move forward, that catches my attention
Because I am stuck; I’ve got no idea where to go.
But these people do. So for a brief moment, while enjoying my window seat,
I can imagine I am someone else; somewhere else, with some exceptional place to go.
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