Guests

No one has arrived yet. There is still too much work remaining, painting, finishing, entrances. On Sunday I peeked in to see walls drywalled and the spackled, wiring hanging everywhere.

But at night, past the bright, unremitting glow of the streetlight, a light or two blinks from our new neighbor, Fairfield Inn & Suites, Marriott.

I imagine the visitors arriving, tired after their journey, dislocated but for the backdrop of Manhattan. Where will their rooms look? Over our houses and towards the cemetery? Or over the ragged skyline of factories and billboards, the Chrysler Building sparkling in the distance?

In the morning after, will they notice us on the ground?