Perceptions

26 Oct

I traverse the same route
Every day
I start by putting on my shoes
They are worn with walking
But if I stop, I can’t live
This route is so familiar that sometimes it feels
Foreign
Unfamiliar in a familiar way
Sometimes I forget where
I sat on the bus earlier that day
Today I sat next to an older man with shaky hands
He read Sherlock Holmes and wore no wedding ring
I wondered if he’s happy
then I smile and say “Good Morning”
as of this isolated kindness could repair his
loneliness
and his shaky hands
Later I forget where I sat that morning
And my hands shake in the cold
as I wait to begin my route home

I forgot to wear my rings today.

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