Days pass like strangers on the street
Never looking behind as you walk with speed
Possibly missing that someone you should meet
Or the peripheral friend from the past
Whose specialness got packed away
With memories faded and frayed.
Looking left then right
It appears safe to cross
To the other side
For you hear destination's call to
Leave the moment without living in it
Persistent in searching for something without ever knowing,
Without ever seeing...
Watch out! A voice shouts as you leap
Out of harms way.
Heart beating like a hummingbird's wings
Soft melody with an underlying energy.
Swinging your head back and forth
To find the origin of the voice.
How unusual,
The city streets are empty.
For just this moment you exist:
The past lives in the present.
Then off you go like any other stranger
And the city bustles like any other day.
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I love what you are saying "The past lives in the present" - we are so often blessed by kind absence without even realizing what was done for us, and how our soul has been touched.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your lovely reminders.