One morning as I wandered
through a less familiar part of town
Body portraying mind state
I stopped at a bench to overlook the sea
And contemplate my current predicament
Stranded
on the wrong side of town
with no form of communication.
without a plan I had a seat
near to a rather grungy fellow
you could tell he’d been some places
but now here he was
stranded
on the wrong side of fate and fortunes.
we exchanged greetings that were
as pale as the sky that day.
the morning sun stung my eyes
when he finally whispered that
he had seen some dolphins just yesterday
then
we sat in silence, just we two
me and this man I hardly knew
before departing, I saw it clear
rolled down his cheek, a single tear
a tacit thank you from this out cast
it seems we communicated at last