“Oh, you put your document on the wall. Is that so you could see it?” I asked.
“It’s so you could see it,” he said.
That puzzled me. I had to ponder it and search for the meaning. “Oh, I see it now!” I said. “It’s a window. A window looking from the darkness out into the light.”
“A window?” he said.
“Yes, I have one on my stairs. It’s rounded like that at the top,” I said, tracing the shape in the air with my finger.
“It’s called a cathedral window. Is it at the top of your stairs?” he asked.
“No, halfway up. You can look at it from the top though. I don’t understand the picture, it should be light inside the house. It’s backwards.”
“No, I think it’s just right. Do you ever sit on the stairs?” he asked.
“Yes, I do. I sit there and look out to the street.”
“What do you see?” he asked.
“Pleasant houses and sunshine,”
“Do you ever see any people?”
“Yes, sometimes. I did see a friend I hadn’t seen for a long time. I invited him in to have a coffee and I ended up sharing a poem I wrote.”
“You shared a poem with him? Did he like it?”
“At first he did, but as he read further he got confused. It wasn’t the way it looked at the beginning” I said.
“Do you sit on the top step?”
“No, one step from the top.” I said.
“Maybe you should try the top.”
“No, I like to lean against the top stair. Like it’s a support for my back.