Early Morning Chase

Early Morning Chase

Through my window-pane

I see passers-by
anxious faces and

bulging tummies
in a parade overlapped

by cars in the street below
trucks belching past

neighbours on their way 
to work and various

appointments.

Inside my perch I inhale
their existence. Watch their

living and harmless
looks thrown my way. 

Their eyes cannot understand
my wounds or my desire to get on
the sidewalk to join them.

(c) 2017 Richard L. Provencher