Just look at us
we're perfect strangers,
human and alone
self-containing centers
of our sorrows, joys, and pains.
I walk beside you
humming like a radio wave,
but you are tuned just
differently enough
that all you hear is static.
Just look at me!
A perfect stranger.
Human, meet my gaze,
and tell me that
the magic we are feeling
is contained
in you and me.
How could it be?
Just look at you,
you perfect stranger.
What lies hidden
in those eyes?
What beauty can be
gleaned without
a distillating
word?
Just look.
We're perfect strangers,
all of us; and yet
a current runs between,
and all it takes to show it
is a moment to be seen.
Shared for a moment,
before we pass on.
Treading our own paths;
and humming
to
a universal theme.
April 3
