And where I sat, an assembly of lives
I wanted to stop them and ask,
“Excuse me, do you mind
if I take your picture?”
in countless configurations,
and being God they’d forgotten, worlds of their own creating
skewed on twisted shoulders—
stooped, unstrung, shuffling along; or others
all together sprinting past, the young and strong.
The far strangeness of eyes that
could not look in mine.
The sometimes garish garb of suits fit for space floating by,
as if they had just sailed in on their ship.
Those who looked as if they’d never been loved—
and so I sent them some—a smile, a nod, a silent benediction.
There were various hats, walkers and toddling gawkers
swaying side to side—I thought they might tip over.
Such an odd mixture of life in form and song and color—
all in the shape of God.
Funny, I went there to study,
instead I fell in love.
© 2013 – S. Wolfington