To the brave non conforming curl of hair on that woman’s cheek
To the grace of that man’s rhythmic movement as he hurries down the street
To the pure glorious delight with which that girl greets her friend
To the faraway gaze of that child’s eyes
To the faces that girl makes when she thinks her mother can’t see
To the lip being bitten
To the swirl of the skirt
To the way that girl holds her baby sister
To the way those boys jump to touch the branch above them
To the slow careful steps the old man takes
To the disapproving shake of the old woman’s head
To the toddler jumping across every other tile
Thank you