The lost couple, they remind me
that kindness cannot be rushed.
I stop to help them and miss
my chance to cross with the light.
So we all walk across the next time
and I hear about their life together.
The cabbie, he gives me backseat lessons
in god, forgetfulness & blessings.
Forgetfulness is god’s reminder that
we are wonderfully imperfect,
he says when we take a wrong turn
and he turns off the meter altogether.
The commuter, she stoops down
in humility to tie a homeless man’s
shoes, asking with care whether
she has tied them too tightly and
how he likes the laces knotted
while she and the man cry together.
The dancer, graceful but aged
speaks of mentors, blurry ghosts on
a screen behind her, and the beauty
they bring into her world, gifts
she carries in her very movement,
words and memory talking together.