You stand on the longest side. Your gaze seems fixed. It’s actually wide. You can see me walk across the room. You see all the unseen hours when no one is in the room. You catch the happenings I couldn’t imagine that you knew. Like all the passing traffic through the gap in the curtain and the conversations on the other side of the window. Today, I saw what you could see. Just by being at the right angle a sliver of the world was before me. Yet, I remained unseen. A little like you.