Dawn skates in across the neighbor's roof--
Slippery, slick with dew and 6 AM rain;
Grey light, damp light, sodden sidewalk.
Blankets trailing from shivering shoulders,
I lift the blinds. Suddenly, swiftly, I
Am Someone Else-- from a movie, perhaps
Or a book read long ago-- some grey heroine,
Still, silent in a grey window, waiting for--
--I can't remember anymore. It's been too long.
I can't remember my-- I mean, rather, her name, or even
What story we're in. We're stuck here. Immovable, unnamed.
But we do know that we are waiting. So we wait.