I can sit suspended above the crowd
Watch the world drift without a care
Book in my lap and a glass of wine
Noise spilling through the air

Never so relaxed as when on my ledge
The hour of the day matters not
Even the weather has no say
In the middle of a city alone in my spot

Passers by will point and stare
Never understanding we are in different times
The space around me is sealed and cut off
My body they can see but never my mind

Hours will pass in silent surrender
Cleansing my soul of what I can’t speak
Allowing my thoughts to flow through my pen
My pain, my love and all things I seek