Rooftop

The sound of cars driving by floats up six stories to reach us here.
Birds flutter in and out of the fencing.
Whiffs of smoke drift up from the cart grilling pork on the sidewalk below.
Laundry flutters as it drys.

This is our roof.

From here, loved ones are called in northern provinces.
From here, prayers go out for those affected by the flooding.
From here, conversations are whispered and hearts are shared.