From my two-story apartment
I can see the people hurry
towards a destination:
work, church, or some sort of ceremony.
I can see the children grow
and learn things they ought not to,
develop into little animals
chasing liquor and cigarillos,
From up high, my perspective enhanced
from one line into a million connected.
I can see the widows crying
and the men in ACU's leaving their families.
I can feel the earth quake
as thunder dances through night skies
and creates a little lullaby,
or perhaps a soundtrack to their busy lives.
In eight months he'll return
and I'll know what I knew before he left,
but I would've never known then what I know now.