An Ahah

I see suddenly clearly through the window while we await our soup, an ordinary man, features cratered and puzzled. He wanders about in search maybe of a place. He speaks to an invisible face and hears through something mounted on his ear. The attachment is a very thin thread. He carries packages. The world around him looks like a jumble of bubbles. But it's really a vacuum. I realize how un-assuring the wind is, as he is tethered far from birth. Many of them walk, straight on their missions, tethered on thin threads. They all take chances, venturing far from sleep. Yet there is a place, somewhere. They emerge from, a warm feathered nest, a bed, a voice not kind but familiar.