Chela creative area
From My Restaurant Window High in Dubai
The glass is cool.
Around me conditioned air
holds a tremor of sound
warmth and noise are on the other side
but I have no sense of it.
I look to the arch of the sky
lifted from her lover by air.
A cruel separation that created
the space where cars float on the road
their wheels invisible in the night,
they form a flashing cord strung round lights
pricked out on the ground.
There's the slash of luminous banners
on posts that scratch the sky just enough
to let in some of the morning’s sun.
Where I look are a million people
but I don’t see or smell them.
I am the watcher with nothing to view
the voyeur with no vicarious thrill.
I turn from the window to be
held by smiles and professional eyes.
© Anthony Fisher December 2007
Poetry by Anthony Fisher
From My Restaurant Window High in Dubai
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