Hello, m'Lady, how are you today? Sitting in a window, a half-dozen stories high, staring down at the streets below, half-amused, half-indifferent. Do you know my name? Would you want to know my name? Or is it enough to have time and distance between us. What do you look at, m'Lady? Are you envious not to be down among the masses moving back and forth, here and there, all with a purpose, even if only to waste time? Do you listen for conversations that you can not hear, do you wish to be along among the masses, or do you prefer your perch above it all. I see your smile, fleeting. I see you fix your attention in one direction, then some time later, another. What catches your eye, m'Lady? Is it the company of another, or do you use the view as a distraction to let your mind drift and dream and scheme? Is the sun warmer where you are? Does the air seem clearer where you are? Is that you are just a little bit closer to Heaven make a difference? Can God hear you? Tell me something, m'Lady, do you ever see me down here, so far below you, but my thoughts right next to you? I wish I could reach out to her. But my voice gets lost in the ether. Give me a sign, m'Lady. Give me a shred of hope that you know I exist...
Alfred C. Martino
Updates from everyday life as seen by me