Connected people speak in words I don’t understand;
speak of worlds I’ve never visited;
tell jokes I don’t get.
I watch them through the window.

People stand coupled off. They whisper.
Hands held; secrets shared; bodies touching;
couples embrace.
I watch them through the window.

Busy people rush by,
complaining of their lack of time.
They run off to their next place to be.
I watch them through the window.

”What do you do?,“ people ask me.
”I watch through windows,” I answer.