Life There

He sat on the balcony
trying to touch the fingers of the wind
playing with his hair.
When the wind moved a flower
he would say it was a hand.
When lightning flashed across the sky
he would say it was a glance,
a smile that might have
left lips
to come and rest with him.
He sat on the balcony
trying to think of some people
to fill the empty seats around him.