I sometimes remind myself of James Stewart and
Grace Kelly, in the Hitchcock film “Rear Window”
where he plays a former policeman who is crippled
from a fall,and see the world from his rear window,
where he witnesses a murder.
I, too, am in a wheelchair and this is what I can see:
Six windows on the top floor, Six on the floor below,
Mostly dark but sometimes, someone, like the woman
who sits at her desk by the window looks straight
across at me, as though she knows I am here, Watching.
Of course my room is dark, there is no way she can see
into my apartment. Still, she looks across and stares.
I am bored silly. Perhaps I should buy a television set.
Wouldn’t it be better than sitting in front of a window
like James Stewart, waiting for someone to murder
someone? Alas, I have no Grace Kelly to comfort
or console me. Meanwhile, here I sit.
for life to happen.
Sandra Lee Smith
Originally written April 15, 2009/updated June 24, 2018