I sit.

I sit. I sit quietly watching the cars go by. The lights turn green to red to yellow. I sit with thirst in my eyes. Flashes of reflection peer thru the window. I am unmoved. Silent whispers of the people down below pass through my ears. I am still unmoved. A fly catches my attention, and then I smell fresh basil being unwrapped down stairs, but the sweet smells nor the noises could take me away from my content place by the window.


*Photography, original artwork & poetry by F. (teenage daughter)