from above

Yesterday evening while sitting on my fire escape: below me a man doing his bows to Mecca on a folded flat Sabrett hot dog box. He has taken off his shoes and placed them carefully next to the cardboard. He does a few on-the-knees-arms-stretched-out-to-to God and in between stands quietly, head lowered. A woman is on the sidewalk asking someone where to get the B or D train. The praying man leaves his cardboard post and explains to her how to get them by taking the A train and then changing at West 4th. He returns to his spot and shrugs his feet into his shoes, gathers up the flattened box, and returns inside to where the hotdog carts are kept.