I recently moved into a condo block, the first I’ve ever lived in. It’s a peculiar change of lifestyle and almost feels like living in a hotel. It’s a little ecosystem upon itself. My condo building overlooks another and in the evening, if I leave the sliding doors open, I can lay in bed and watch life unfold from the glass wall to the north of my apartment. Now that’s reality TV. I wrote this poem about my experience…
Apartment 6 on floor 13 is pumping music, flashing lights with devious disrespect tonight,
But likely no one peeps.
Apartment 9 on the floor below 5, has 2 folks bereft of their clothes in its light,
A baby may be made.
Apartment 4 on floor number 3 is colourless, blackened with nobody home, darkness engulfed, wouldn’t bother the phone,
The proprietors may be asleep.
From my perch here I watch, with delight into night. The city will sleep, in an hour or three,
But the hay is now beckoning me.
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016)