Outside My Window

Outside my bedroom window, as I peak through, a giant Bird of Paradise hides me from view. Down the busy boulevard, traffic hurries by while, under the shade of a tree, friends are stopping to say 'hi'. Children returning home from school, neighbors walking to the store; conversations rise and fall as people pass my door. Sometimes it's angry words I hear, usually late at night; I can't help but wonder, is everything alright? I only catch a moment of other people's lives but, I have a hopeful feeling, my own life it revives. Soon, I know, the curtain will fall and I will see no more for I'm confined to my bed with death my only visitor. Janece Terry September 9, 2015