Some thoughts on strangers
A smile, a laugh, a loving look,
A hand on the small of the back.
The faces imprinted on my memory
Of people I would take pleasure in
learning to know.
They take in the view;
They pause and pose for photographs,
Speaking a language I don't recognise.
I am already thinking of the moment
When they will get back in the car and
drive away.
We meet innumerable people in our lifetimes,
Most of whom we never see after the first promise.
The world is vast and brimming,
And it breaks my heart to realise
that I cannot know everyone in it.
People are beautiful, and their
relationships are a privilege to watch from a distance;
Even more so to witness close up.
I could watch people all day,
And never interrupt with my
blunt hello.
