Behind the Reflection: a poem about human connection
I saw pupils peering,
Watching from a window,
Exhausted eyes staring at the street flow.
Their somber look caught my trespassing glance,
Exchanging thoughts with a visual dance.
I could see through his pain that wanted no pity.
He saw another man lost in this city.
The worn lines on his face were soft and stern,
As if to say, "Young one, you've got alot to learn."
I didn't give him a grimace, but grinned.
He didn't expect me to smile like a friend.
I saw a twinkle, a human connection.
A face smiled behind a windows reflection.
© 2011 Brian Loewer