
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