Our days are comprised of a long sequence of routine events, yet every once in a while a singular unexpected moment can define how we see the world. This poem and sketch imagines one such encounter.
Gathered my bones to sit on the stoop
Watching the world clatter on.
Wheels spin, two, four, or more
And bi-peds wandering by.
Their eyes fixed to their palms
Tapping and swiping through
Tunnels and walls.
Harsh was this dissonant scene
Suggesting the thought of an exit,
When there from stage left she emerged.
Dressed in green flowing,
Like the peel of a wave, and
Oh the glowing, such light,
From her Bandana of Gold!
A sudden wind snapped
Turning her cheek
And there our eyes met.
Her stride did not waver while her
Gaze locked on mine.
In that moment the world smiled
The air, oh, how mild with
Vibrations of bright and soft humming.
Then, across from the way, out of the blue
A man with a coat the same hue
Threatened to pass in between.
Instead, she side stepped vanishing
beyond the prayer trees.
The lug lumbered on not knowing
This gift he upended.
With the moment suspended
I sat chin in hand.
To want!
Such desire!
How maddening!
Then, remembering to breathe
Came a long-winded sigh
Sitting up straight and shuttered each eye.
As the clarion ring of a bell,
I felt the warmth call from my
Memory’s hold on the Bandana of Gold.
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