Literature
Instead He Saw
He sat at the window, watching the sunset or perhaps passing forest
of a distant world as the noon ferry chugged across the bay.
He heard not the engine or the baby crying two seats behind him,
instead he was deep in conversation with philosophers and fools, children and sages.
He did not share the world I sat in, watching him as he watched universes and realities
completely alien to me.
Instead, he saw...