The light flits into the window
slatted by the blinds.
Same light (I suppose) as last night,
as last year.
My arm holds onto the window ledge
same arm, it's been here all the time.
It's dusk, the sky is that August blue,
dark and light.
The buildings stand
solid and real
the same buildings as before.
But those are the only familiar things
Because inside my head
inside my life
Everything is different.
I'm marooned on my bed, with a book,
and a glass of water.
And then a friend calls.