People

There used to be a time when I could come out here,

I could see for miles and miles,

what would I see you might wonder? The answer is simple,

Nothing.

Now, As I sit parked in the my car, no longer hidden from the city lights I know that I can see it all.

No more can I look to the right and wonder what might prowl on the plains.

I sit here and wonder on top of this modest hill- what will happen in just a few more days?

A few more months? Will I even sit here on the side of the road masked by the cover of darkness?

No.

There is no place to hide.

If I want to see the stars unhindered I will have to run further the next time.

Speeding down a new abandoned highway, the journey is no longer minutes but hours.

All to see the stars,

unhindered.

Who is she I wonder? Everyday I see her there completely alone. I have never seen her with anyone else. She doesn’t pay any heed to whomever passes by. She keeps to herself. Why does she maintain her isolation?

Does she dream as she stares off into the ocean? Does she cry quietly to herself as life passes her by? How is it possible that she is here in the middle of the day? Doesn’t she have responsibilities? Each day her routine is the same. There is no excitement, no deviation, no opportunity, no chance.

Each time I see her I create a story of what might be in my mind. I am never able to come up with a positive interpretation. Each time my mind delves into the numerous tragedies that must have happened.

The situation is unique, strange to say the least. I never see her come, I never see her go.

Who is she?

Am I her?

Are you?

What is the real tragedy?