an old man walks
smiling at everyone

i’m walking too
with my heart under my feet
my face like a grey cloud

our paths collide
he catches my eyes
and smiles

his aura of joy
touches mine with compassion

i’m spent
from the tiresome whirling of my mind

i have nothing to offer
so i smile a pathetic smile

and as he goes his way
and i mine

i let the magic of his sight
touch my soul

and i write