A Seat at the View

Light raindrops fall onto the notebook

Blue ink smears the recycled brown paper

The words run off the page

Perhaps they already served their purpose

The rain becomes steady

Notebook is put away

The metal table becomes wet

The umbrella remains in my bag

Raindrops fall on my brows, down my eyes and cheeks

I don’t care

The water’s current moves the same

As a man walks to the corner of the pier’s railing

He begins taking pictures of the Brooklyn Bridge

He is unmoved by the steady rain

I am moved by his actions

Glasses become slightly foggy

The man leaves

The raindrops stop falling

Clouds move aside, the sky opens

Sun peeks out

The bridge becomes a shadow in the distance

And I remain sitting there