Hidden Measures

For a long time the wander was clear,

no attachment,

little conversation,

just simple existence

moving through a crowd,

of seldom onlookers,

more abstinent wonderers.


Until one day she said hello,

his world would change,

no longer the need to guide

fingertips along locker edges,

he would rather look alive,

and smile and react

and give people a reason to know.


We all do live this way,

we believe on occasion

we might be alone

we seem to imagine no other

we are the purveyor of our solace

we plod on,

we decide our lives seem less than,


Theirs could  speak with hidden measures,

when we stop to breathe, we realize we belong.

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