I watch
a dawn downpour
spill into
trailing echevaria
already soaked in
peacock calls.
Below me grey walls
where someone unshutters
a single window.
Within it, dark,
nearly invisible,
the stark image
of a single arm
rising and falling
rythymically
as it pushes past a shadow curtain.
There is attached to this arm
a stare I feel but I cannot see.
It unnerves me.
