I sit on the outskirts - an observer
The sound of car engines, roar - then silence
A vagrant is on the pavement opposite me -
One rummages through the dustbin for something to eat - the discarded remains.
A passerby - a good Samaritan, gives one food, then to another - something to drink -
A lil small talk ensues, then off he goes.
I look on...
There are young couples sitting on the short staircase by the library -
another at the far end.
All gaiety and youthful folly - oblivious to the world around them.
I'm waiting...
Time seems to take its time, today.
It's quiet again -
The wind blows;
The afternoon breeze;
The day's calm -
I'm sitting...
Cars 'pull up' to the curb, park -
Women and men, regal and splendid,
decked in all finery...
Filled with pride and exuberance, step out.
I smile to myself -
a case of being noticed; to be seen and not seen.
What attracts the eye and at the same time turns a blind eye?
Sometimes in silence - the greatest noise is heard -
Such is an epiphany...
Yet my travelling eyes continue to roam, until...
I get up, I walk away -
It's time for me to go.
Written by: Rachael N. Collymore
© 2010
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