I wrote this poem this afternoon while waiting to go to an appointment. I arrived much earlier than expected, so I sat in my car, writing. This second of the three poems I wrote during that 20-minute period was simply me recording my observations of what was around me. When I read it a few minutes ago, I was taken aback—it sounded really creepy. After thinking about it, I made one small change. I hope that made a difference…

A woman stares out the window
at the street below
I think she sees me
I smile
she looks away

The woman is no longer at the window
I sit here inside my car
nobody sees me
I force a smile
and look away

(12 February 2015)