Night Watch

Distant, lighted boxes out my open, nighted window. Each with a complexity mirroring my own. I see you. Not with detail. Not defined. A small taste - enough to crave wonder. ...and that I do. Are we the same in that way? or at all? When, if ever, do you see me too? Shadows suggesting movement. Alluding to a storyline; a forbidden silent film. My box; often kept dark. Under the influence of wind and weather. Fom here... crickets.