I watch you watching the sun rise
With your face turned upward, expectant, excited.
The City reveals itself slowly
Gradually becoming visible after a long night’s sleep
Glittering and shiny
Your face too shines in the reflection.
When you see me watching
You smile sheepishly
As if I have caught you doing something wrong
This staring in awe at a new day
You sit on the window sill
So golden, so still
Like some forgotten icon.