a window in my chest

a window in my chest
opens, people below are
reading and thinking--
occasionally talking
with one another--

on green benches
scattered across
a sunlit plaza

like fresh sentences
on first pages
of a novel where
something crucial
occurs when least
expected.

A young girl
scampers giggling
into a fountain
as two old men,
canes at their side,

cups of coffee in hand,
together nod
toward the child's
delight.

Suddenly a breeze
dances across my face,
turns this page

you arrive,
smiling.