I had been in my head one morning
Feeling some kind of melancholy
Irregular to the sky
The summer sun
And the warmth and promise it so generously offered

The almighty intervenes in the oddest ways at times
For my weary gaze was caught by the unusual
And diverted me
From my self indulgent considerations

I pushed back my sunglasses
Careful to shade my curiosity
It can be a blurry line
when you are old watching the young
Between what is accepted as wanted
voyeuristic appreciation of a former season
And the unwanted perverse stroking of a tired past

While eavesdropping discretely
Into the conversation between an eclectic young man
And his significant other
A wild beauty
With blue Mohawk
And candied apple lip gloss

I heard him say
That the first night they made love
when he saw her shed her camo jacket
Her dress
Kick off her combat boots
And watched as they landed under his bed

He said that
he had prayed for the first time in a very long time
At that moment
He had prayed for their permanence
In his space

He said
He knew God again
As his eyes traced the gentle lines of her
And saw before him
A celestial soul
Who's body looked like it had been sculpted from the moon itself

The pretty girl wearing the blue Mohawk
Leaned into the young man's chest
She weeped softly
And he held her close
They stood quiet for a long while
rocking back n forth in the sweetest dance

Eventually I collected myself
My things
And excused myself unoticed
And walked away smiling
The loving scene still on my mind
Their faces and the peculiar way his eyes had shone
And prayed I would remember always
The earnest in them as he spoke of grace