I saw you as I rode

The bus to town

Your hair was oily sun drenched

Clothing scruffy hanging down.

You stood in peace amidst

A hectic crazy scene that day

As herds of people jostled for position

Desperate to arrive at work without delay.

Power suits went racing by

Leather briefcase dragged in tow,

Financial times held under arm

Clutching a Starbucks drink to go.

Consumed in self importance

Wallowing in beliefs of their self worth,

But I watched you feeding pigeons

At one with Mother Earth.

Time did not exist for you

Nor for me I must confess

As I was present in the now with you

Enriched by the stillness

This feeling drew me close to you

But I remained there with a smile,

Watching from a distance happily

As you made the trip worthwhile

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Copyright © 2007 Matthew P. Nicholson