By Cara Thomas
All alone, a single stool. Watching people argue and talk on their phones. Watching how each person if different by the way they walk and the way they talk. Watching a man picking up cigarette butts the denying a full pack. Watching all the cars go by. Watching taxes honking at each other and at other cars. Watching ambulances, police cars and fire trucks speed by with their sirens on. Wondering what has happened. Watching all of this from behind a window. Feeling separated from the outside world. Feeling like I am in a fish bowl or in a zoo.
While I am looking out they are looking in.